Olivia woke with a slight pounding in her head and sunlight beating on the outside of her eyelids. She felt warm and comfortable and a relaxation that she had never felt before. She didn't want to leave the darkness which was comforting her but her curiosity got the better of her. She slowly lifted her heavy eyelids and adjusted to the objects around her. Scents of wild flowers filled her nostrils as earthy toned colors whirled around her. She was sitting in a soft bed with the covers drawn over her. She had no idea where she was and not till she was fully awake did she remember what had happened. She was startled at first panicking in the bed she was in, winding in the sheets with cold sweat clinging to her back. Flashes of what had happened whirled in her mind and she felt like she was going to pass out, but reality hit her when she fell of the bed with a loud thump. Olivia rubbed her head cursing under her breathe. She was tangled in the sheets and started to laugh at herself at how crazy she had become. It was amazing sometimes how Olvias emotions would get the better of her. She remembered in the past how she had gotten so angry before that she black outed one moment and the next was standing in front of her victim. She had no idea what had happened during the time her angry grew but she knew what damage she could do if she ever reached it. She snapped back into reality when she heard the sound of shoes outside a door in the corner of the room. Olivia quickly untangled herself and weakly picked herself up. She was to late though, the doorknob had already turned and a lady in her mid-sixties in a dark green dress was standing in the door way. She had blond hair held up in a bun with flecks of grey flickering through the rays of sunlight. Her eyes were a dark blue and were filled with secrets and kindness. Her wrinkles were standing out on her wilthered face and her face was plae. She was smiling at Olvia who just stood there. " Who are you?" Olvia stuttered as she stumbled back on the bed. Mde. Giry smiled at the fright of the girl and how she resemebled an old friend. She looked just like Christine Daae except for her bright blue eyes and a couple of facial features. She noticed that the girl had a birth-mark the shape of lips on the right-side of her cheek. Olivia was still staring her down looking into her soul. " I asked you a question!" Olivia said with a higher tone. Mde. Giry smiled and walked towards the girl. "Excuse me for my poor manors. My name is Mde. Giry. I use to be a ballerina in the buliding you were just in." Mde. Giry said this as she put a hand on Olvia's face. Her hands felt warm and soft under Oliva's rough and dry face. All the sorrow and worry that had filled her heart minutes before disappeared and turned into a warm wave of relief. Olivia smiled in awe with the womans kindness.
Mde. Giry smiled down at the girl. "You have a fever child." she said as she motioned Olivia to lay back down. " You need rest and food. Your as skinny as a stick." she joked as she took the covers and tucked it around Olivia. She took some curly locks around Olivias face and tucked it behind her ear. " I'll be back with some breakfast soon, but I most know something. Who is your mother and father?" Mde. Giry asked. Olvia was slowly falling asleep again but was still listening to the kind ladies words. Olivia looked up and sighed " I don't know mame. My mother died during birth and my father doesn't know I'm even born." Mde. Giry's warm face frowned as wrinkles stood out more with the young womens words. " The only clue I have is a letter from my mother and a picture of where I can find my father." Olivia then shifted in the bed and went to reach for her pockets. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt nothing in her pockets but the inside of her dress. " OH NO!" she sobbed. " I can't believe I lost it!" she cried. She took her knees and put her head on them sobbing into her knees. Mde. Giry watched as the girl who had surely gone through some hardships. She put a hand on her shoulder and held her in a tight embrace. " There, there my dear. Everything will be okay I'm sure it is somewhere." Mde. Giry said with as much a positive voice as she could mutter. Olivia looked up wiping the tears from her eyes. " I'm sorry I'm acting like a child." she sniffled " I haven't even thanked you yet for your kindness and I'm here crying over a...a silly letter." Olivia looked down at her feet. Mde. Giry put her fingers under Olviais chin and lifted her eyes to hers. " It isn't a silly letter. Even the most simple of things can mean so much. I promise I will look for you." Olivia smiled and hugged the women. She began to cry again cursing at how pitiful she looked. " I also have this picture of where to find my dad." Olivia said as took the chain around her neck and opened the locket. She opened the locket and took the withered picture and handed it to Mde. Giry. Mde. Giry stared at the picture in awe her mind wandering as she stared at the picture Olivia held up. " What..what is it mame?" Olvia asked. " My dear..." Mde. Giry started. "This is where you just came from. This is the Opera Populaire!"
