Hours of squealing, gasping for air, and giggling in Christine's dressing room halted after Raoul finally knocked on the door, "Is every one decent for me to enter?"

"Yes," Christine answered. Several pleas of "Help me!" and "Get me out of this thing!" from Elsa and Nicole rang from the opposite side of the door as Raoul entered, slowly of course. Danielle was dressed in a nice cream colored dress, and seemed content, but Elsa and Nicole seamed irritated in the pale green and light blue dresses Christine had stuck them in.

"I can barely breathe…" Nicole let out in a nearly humiliated breath. She despised dresses, especially the fluffy ones of this time. "Damn the19th century styles in France. Damn it all." She sighed as best as she could in the tight bodice. "How hard is it going to be to eat?"

"I think the tightness is not meant to make eating comfortable. Probably because stick thin, fragile and pale women were supposed to be beautiful. Bloody anorexic talcum covered wenches if you ask me," Elsa replied simply and plainly, barely being able to breathe herself. Raoul was only chuckling, along with Christine and Danielle, who were used to the tight corsets being wrapped around them. The story behind Danny's immunity is yet another one, however.

"Alright then, to supper. My carriage is waiting at the front," He helped all of the ladies up out of their seats and out the door. Being a viscount also required him to be a gentleman, even if he was not so kind to the phantom in the way that he was to the ladies. The phantom had once been after his love, and the shameful emotion of jealousy had corrupted both him and the phantom, causing a brute distaste for one another.

The phantom had been getting ready himself, hoping that if he followed them out to wherever supper had been planned he would be able to find out a little more about these three girls, especially Elsa. He placed his ivory white mask over the misshapen part of his face, and his hooded cloak, to hide his face and to prevent suspicion of the mask to the public.

Erik pushed back one of the many black curtains that led to just one of the passageways into the opera house, his opera house. His movements were stealthy and quiet, comparing to that of a cat that was after a mouse. He followed not far behind Elsa and the others, keeping to the shadows and it was only when he heard the clip-clop of the white horses leading the vicomte's carriage travel into the distance that he cam out into the open.

Raoul had chosen a serene restaurant at the shore of the Seine River for the girls' first night in Paris, that is, in this time period. They were already halfway through dinner when Christine looked over to Raoul, "Oh, Raoul, may I ask why there is a whole in my wall the width of your rapier?"

His cheek's flushed, "I-I… um… heh…" That was his only reply until Nicole cut in, "He attacked me when we were coming out of the mirror, and I think you can already figure that he missed."

Raoul and Christine then began to bicker over not fighting in Christine's dressing room anymore. Erik was outside, smirking at the arguing two, but also watching Elsa intently. Nicole took in a sharp breath as she saw the phantom's dark figure looming outside of the window. She was probably the only one on that side of the table that could have seen him since she wasn't arguing.

Nicole tried waving at Elsa to get her attention. Well, that didn't work very well, considering she was busy pushing the escargot on her plate around with her fork. She didn't want to alert the others sitting at the table by saying her name, that would not be good. As a last resort, Nicole pinched a piece of bread from the small loaf that had come with her meal and tossed it at Elsa, hitting her right between the eyes with it. Elsa's head snapped up the instant that the bread fell onto her own face, giving a death glare to her friend across from her.

Nicole nodded her head towards the window, which was a horrible attempt at a signal. Elsa picked up her own loaf of bread and chucked it at the adjacent body, causing a short whimper and an "ow" to escape Nicole's lips. She picked up her remaining loaf and threw it back at Elsa, but missed and hit Danielle instead. Danielle in turn picked up a snail on her plate and threw it at Nicole, but it ended up landing on Raoul, which instantly stopped the argument between him and Christine.

Christine giggled at the sight and threw something from her plate, perhaps a noodle at Raoul, and this ultimately ended up in a food fight. "Muwhahaha!" Nicole let out an evil laugh as she threw more things, "Eat or be splattered!" Her shot off food off of her spoon flew to everyone at their table. Raoul chucked a vegetable of some sort at Danielle, but Danny ducked it and it hit the stomach of the chef, who had come out to see what all the commotion that he head was about. Erik was trying to hide his laughing from the pedestrians walking past him.

After much bickering and contorting, the group of five were shoved out of the restaurant and asked to never return to that particular restaurant again. Elsa, Danielle, and Nicole were drunk with happiness and were giggling and discussing things with each other as Raoul and Christine stood on opposite sides of the girls. They went back to the opera house in the vicomte's carriage, Erik followed them and retreated to his lair.

Once the others had entered the building, Nicole grabbed Elsa's arm to keep her outside. "Wha—What do you want!" Elsa groaned as she was drug back out onto the steps.

"I believe you have a stalker, my friend. I'm not talking about any Cameron Davis like stalker."

"You are such a stupid ass. You can't be stalked in Paris! Not if you are a part of the Opera Populaire!"

Nicole gave a doubtful look to her friend, "Certainly you could, especially if that stalker owned the opera."

"What? You can't possibly mean Erik! We just got here!"

"Why do you think I was throwing stuff at you and nodding to the window at supper?"

"I figured you were justbeing an ass."

"Not tonight I wasn't. He was standing there, watching you, outside the window."

"Oh come on… let's get to bed. We can talk about more of this in the morning."

And so they went inside to find the others.