Olivia was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. She was told by Mde. Giry to stay in bed until her fever dropped. Olivia didn't mind much because this gave her time to think about the events that occurred today. She turned herself over in bed as her mind pondered what Mde. Giry had said. The picture she had showed her was a picture of the building she had just come from, it was the Opera Populaire! Olivia tried to put -two-and-two together. " So my father can be found in the building I was in yesterday. But why in that place? Did mother know it was burned down?" Olivia couldn't go to sleep with the random thoughts entering her head. She lifted herself from bed and looked out the window. It was lightly snowing out and the night was silent as death. Olivia sighed to herself and got out of bed. She slowly tip-toed to the door leading to Mde. Giry's room. "Hopefully she is awake."
Olivia said to herself as she opened the door. The clock rung 5:30am and to Olivias surprise she found Mde. Giry up writing a letter. Mde. Giry was surprised to find Olivia up and she quickly hid her letter. " Sorry if I'm disturbing you, but I couldn't sleep." she half lied. Mde. Giry smiled and patted a seat for Olivia to sit down in. " Come my dear, tell me why it is you can't sleep." Olivia walked over and slumped down in the seat. " I'm just thinking about what you said yesterday." Olivia said as she crossed her hands. Mde. Giry smiled. " I'll tell you all I know if you want." Mde. Giry replied. Olivia looked up and asked " Do you think my father is still there, I mean in the Opera house. I mean it was burned down from what I can tell. What if my mother wrote the letter when it wasn't burned!" Olivia sulked. Mde. Giry looked into Olivia's eyes. " My dear that building has been like that for the last 16 years." Olivia sighed with relief as she looked up at Mde. Giry. "Do you know anything about the place?" Olivia asked. Madame Giry began to tell Olivia in how she was a ballerina there and how she lived there most of her life. Olivia listened in awe at how she was once was the teacher there. "Do you think you would have known my father?" she asked. Mde. Giry looked at the curly brown hair and the deep blues eyes she bore. She also noticed the birth mark shaped like lips on the right side of her face. Mde. Giry began to think of anyone who could have resembled her father but only a few came to mind, but she did have a hunch that her mother was someone she once knew. Mde Giry shook her head in reply to Olivias comment and looked at the floor. Olivia moaned as she put her head back against the seat. "I remember my mind a little bit…..she had brown curly hair like mine and deep brown eyes. She use to sing to me until I feel asleep." Olivia looked up. " I don't know how I remember those things, but they seem to be carved into my heart. I also think people called her something with a "C" but I can't remember." Olivia sighed. This got Mde. Girys attention. This could not just be a coincidence, everything matched up there was no doubt in her mind that Christine was indeed Olivia' s mother. Ideas raced through her mind as she thought who the father could be. There were only two men that Christine ever loved but who had conceived Olivia with Christine. Mde. Girys face went white when she realized that her nose was not like her mothers but of someone else she knew. Her heart began to race at the idea. "She left with Raoul!" she thought. Olivia was stunned by the ladies reaction and asked "Is there something wrong?" Mde. Giry looked up and smiled. " No, no my dear everything is just fine." she lied. Olivia wasn't convinced but decided to drop it. " I'm going to get ready, its been awhile since I last got out and I need some fresh air." Olivia smiled at the thought of the blue sky. She got out of her chair and walked to the door. Mde. Giry was already shocked at what she had just learned but her heart almost skipped a beat when she heard Olivia singing in the shower.
