Raoul
My entire façade crumbled at Christine's words. I could not, and would not continue to chase after our ghost of a relationship. When I had mockingly asked her if I should talk to Erik, I immediately regretted my tart inquiry at the sight of her face. It had paled to an unbecoming white, but at the same time, she looked as if she could have spit fire. As I sat there, drowning in my own sorrow, a thought crossed my mind. Did Erik know she was here? Surely not. He would never have consented to their meeting. The maid whom Christine had almost toppled hesitantly walked into the room to see if I was alright, since it had indeed been nearly twenty minutes since Christine had left. "You appear to be ill sir. Shall I make you some tea?" I held up my hand and told her that it was not necessary for my chat with Miss Daae had thoroughly worn me out and I would be retiring soon. She narrowed her eyes at me, knowing all too well that I had not just had a lovely and simplistic chat with Christine, as I had made it sound. But before she opened her mouth to give me more of her motherly advice, she remembered her place and with a swift stride left the room.
Amelia
I had been Monsieur deChagny's housemaid for three years. Therefore, I could honestly say that I had never seen him in such a state as Miss Daae had left him in. No sir, not once. He had always been a benevolent man and master, never raisin' a hand to me or anyone else for that matter. Now don't go gettin' the wrong idea. He didn't raise a hand to Miss Daae either, but he sure looked like he could've, at first. But having been witness to a good part of their conversation, I didn't blame him. No sir, not one bit. That woman was treacherous if you ask me! To promise your hand in marriage and then run off with another man! Disgraceful! And to think, she would have been marrying a Vicomte! "Well, better to find out her true ways now I suppose." And furthermore, what about the man that she went running off to! In all my thirty years, not once have I heard a story so queer! A beautiful woman leaves her fiancé to run away with a monster, or at least that's what most people referred to him as. Although I strongly disapproved of Miss Christine's actions, I couldn't help but be vastly enthralled by the whole thing. What did this man have to offer that the Vicomte could not possibly scrounge up? I shook my head. "Oh for heaven's sake, quit while you're ahead Amelia. Don't go stickin' your nose in where it don't belong", I chided myself. But after a half hour of doing pointless chores, I just couldn't throw the question. "Maybe", I sighed, "he offered…love." And not just any, but love of the purest kind. The kind that all women hope to find someday. "Including myself. Well, maybe I judged to quickly. We gals gotta stick together I guess." I chuckled at the way this argument with myself had gone. Miss Daae was not even here and yet she had won. "No wonder she's managed to capture two men's hearts", I whispered to no one in particular.