Olivia's soul soared when she took her first step into freedom. In all her life she had never walked down the streets of Paris as a free women. Mde. Giry and her daughter followed close behind her insisting that she better stay close to them. Olivia didn't mind, in fact she felt safer knowing that they were around her. She quickly put her long brown locks of hair in a bun and started down the street humming a tune.

Mde. Giry decided to keep the secret to herself because she still didn't know how to deal with this. She decided to go with Olivia incase she decided to go back to the Opera house. As Mde. Giry walked down the street her mind raced with so many questions. " When did they conceive this child and when did Christine leave Raoul……how did Raoul even take this?" Mde. Giry was in a daze when she accidentally bumped into Olivia who had stopped in front of a store. "Look at how beautiful those dresses are!" Olivia smiled pointing to a light blue dress. Mde Giry chuckled to herself realizing Olivia's mother had the same taste in clothes as well. Mde. Giry took out her wallet and gave a couple of francs to Olivia. " Buy it my dear, it's all I have but your needs are greater them mine." She said as she pointed out the sagging gown she wore which she borrowed from Mde. Giry. " O no, I couldn't take your money." Olivia protested. Mde. Giry shoved the money in her hand and nodded her head towards the door. Olivia smiled and soon came out of the store wearing her new gown. " O it's wonderful!" Meg cheered and clapped. Mde. Giry smiled as she twirled her walking stick. " It looks beautiful on you my dear." Olivia smiled with tears in her eyes as she hugged both of them.

The day continued with shopping and laughter as the three walked around Paris. During the day when Olivia had gone to the bathroom Meg took her mother to a corner and whispered in her ear. " She looks just like Christine! You don't think Olivia is her daughter do you?" Mde. Giry's face turned pale as she slapped her daughter lightly on the head with her cane. "She indeed looks like Christine, but that is not her daughter!" Meg rubbing her head apologized as she walked over to Olivia.

Later that day they were sitting by the fire enjoying the warmth it brought them on the cold winter night. Mde. Giry was teaching Meg how to dance while Meg kept falling on her face. Olivia would stifle her laughs when Mde. Giry would smack Meg on the head when she made an error. Olivia was reading a book sitting in a warm cozy chair. She was one of the few who knew how to read in the orphanage and she took pride in it. When it was finally time to go to bed she cuddled in the covers as dreams took her to another world.

In the next room Meg had fallen asleep on her mothers desk while Mde. Giry wrote a note. She was debating on sending this note all day, but she finally gave in. She quickly sealed the lady and walked to the Paris Opera house. It was cold and windy, but she thanked god it wasn't snowing. As she pulled the shawl tighter around her head she walked into the abandoned Opera House. It had been so long since she last was in here, except when she found Olivia) and memories started to such in her head. As she dropped the note in Box number 5 she smiled as she looked down at the abandoned theater. She then quickly left in a hurry returning to her home. Little did she know that a man had picked up her letter with black gloves on as he inspected the letter.