Fittings were created by Satan. That much was obvious. Chritene teetered on a stool the long full, very full she amended, skirt spread around her small waist. It was beautiful she admitted. The silvery white material reminded her of moonbeams and set off her sapphire eyes perfectly. She glanced at the other dresses she would wear. They were all pretty. The wedding dress drew her eye.

The cream color was subtly romantic. The low neck led to the awaited promise of a wedding night. It flowed like water over her body. She knew it wasn't in character for the times but it was so romantic. She would be stunning in it. Come to think of it, all the necklines were low. All the dresses were romantic. She smiled. Erik was going to enjoy this.

Erik paced in the passage inside Christene's mirror. She had been gone two hours. He smiled at himself. 'You are growing impatient Erik. What happened to the patient man I used to be?" He chuckled knowing that it was the girl. She had changed him. She was so unbelievable. She hadn't pushed for information but slowly it came out. She now knew that the ring she wore was the engagement ring that he had given Christene all those years ago. She had complimented him on the design. She had yet to ask him about the key. His key. He sighed, it would all come out in time.

The doorknob turned and Erik turned expectantly to the mirror, but it was only Alyssa. She approached his hiding spot. He shrank back. She didn't know he was there, did she?

"Ummm Sir?" Alyssa felt so stupid she was talking to a mirror. A blank sheet of glass. "She wanted me to leave you this." Alyssa laid the letter on the table and left. Erik opened the mirror and picked up the note. He slit it open and read the following:

Erik:

The stage, now!

Your Angel

Erik almost flew to the stage and heard the strains of an unfamiliar song. It was fast and slightly noisy. Erik had heard worse.

Tell me why,

Do we build castles in the sky.

Why are the castles way up high?

What took his breath away was the girl in the dress of moonbeams spinning. Her hair whipped around her head. The dress floating around her legs. Most of it however, was floating around her like a silver cloud. She reversed the spin and the dress flowed into the new pattern. Erik sat down. His knees had given out. He was in love there was no stopping it. 'Oh mon ange" he breathed. "mon ange, mon ange, mon ange"

She saw the flash of white in the balcony and smiled at him. "Erik? Come dance with me?" She started a new song. It was soft and slow. A song of timeless love. Promises of hearts lingering on. He came to her and she flowed into his arms. He held this angel of the night close and, at least in his mind, married her at that very moment letting his feet and body say his vows for his voice was dead and gone.

She stared up at him, at the face she could see. Her heart almost seemed to burst with love as they flowed around the stage. She loved him more than she knew was possible. As the music slowed then stopped they stared acutely aware of each other, the way their bodies fit, the way their hearts leapt as one. She slowly lifted her face to his. He started as he realized her intent and hastily lifted her hand to his lips. He saw her disappointment but he knew he wasn't ready. He bowed and smiled, "later tonight mon ange" He walked offstage. Christene watched as he left. After a few minutes she started thinking again and left as well. Neither of them had noticed the man watching them. "So, he exists." Jordan chuckled and left the empty stage to its memories.