"Christopher, what are you doing?" Christine asked her son. Christine was as beautiful as she had always been. Brown eyes sparkling, Christine was the only sane one in the Changy household. Arranged marriages were wrong, even if they would be protecting someone from Erik.

"Huh?" he asked looking up at her. He held her wedding dress in his hands. She rolled her eyes at him. She knew it was no use, Chris was as strong willed as his father was. There was no changing his mind. "Planning a wedding" he said simply setting the dress down.

"You're missing one thing Christopher De Changy" she said looking at him. Her brown eyes were piercing his soul. He looked at her with a raised brow and questioning gaze.

"A bride" she said simply. She walked over to her wedding dress and touched the silk. It looked much like the one Erik had made, only it wasn't nearly as pretty. Erik put love into making it, this dress was sown by an old woman, not Erik's loving hands. A tear fell from her eye. This was wrong, very wrong. Why had she ever agreed to it. She was not more than a child and she being forced to make a choice.

It reminded her of the day in Erik's lair, the last day she ever stepped foot into the opera house. When he forced her to choose between Raoul and him. Erik showed compassion that day, could he have gained it? They were on the other side now, Chris was forcing her to chose and Erik was her Raoul. She had to warn her.

"Erik I can't see a thing" Charlotte said, his hands were playfully covering her eyes and leading her toward something. "It's not much farther" he whispered in her ear. He walked her through his lair. She bumped into things.

"If I can't walk for tonight's performance I'll kill you" she said playfully. He stopped her and let go of her eyes. She opened them and blinked adjusting to the light. She laid eyes on the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. She smiled broadly.

She collapsed into his arms, and kissed him up and down. "I love it!" she said lovingly. "I should hope so, I use your design" he said holding her. She looked at him and smiled even more broadly. She knew the one he was talking about. The one in her sketchbook, her dream dress.

"Would you mind putting it on? I do believe the manikin doesn't have the same curves you do" he said looking at her. She loved it. He could see it in her eyes, from the excited smile on her face, to the extra sparkle in her eyes.

She took the dress and went into Erik's room. 'Modesty' he thought 'she'll be a wonderful wife.' He loved her so much, and she returned the favor. Love was something he never had in his life, thanks to his face and thanks to the Viscomte.

Christine watched from a distance as she walked through the corridors in Erik's lair. It was familiar to her even though she hadn't been there in years. She saw a dim light ahead. Her heart pounded. 'what are you worried about Christine?' she asked herself 'you're going to help someone who needs it.'

She took a deep breath before taking the final step. She watched as Charlotte ran to Erik, and smiled at him. 'They love each other' she thought 'they deserve to be happy' she watched as the two held each other. 'was she wearing a wedding dress?'

She inhaled and took the final step. It was a quiet step but it would alert Erik all the same. And she was right, as soon as she placed her foot down on the stone floor, his eyes moved directly to her. He blinked for a second and shook his head, 'it couldn't be' he thought to himself.

She walked closer to him, and swallowed, or she knew she wouldn't be able to speak. "Christine?" he asked, looking at the woman made his heart beat faster. He held on to Charlotte tighter. 'No one was going to take Charlotte from him' he loved her.

Christine nodded a slow nod. "Erik I need to warn you" she said slowly looking at the couple. His eyes narrowed in thought. Charlotte held on tighter to Erik. 'This is about Chris, I know it.'

'Christine this is for the better' she told herself 'look how happy they are.' She looked around Erik's lair, it hadn't changed, it was the same dank, dark, yet enchanting place it had always been. "My son is planning something, and Raoul is helping, they're terrible" she said looking at the couple. Charlotte's sweet face dropped into worry.

"He's going to try something, soon, so please be careful, both of you" she said sweetly turning away. "I'll be there watching tonight, good luck" she turning back and then walking away from them, leading her way out of the lair.

Meh… weddingS ha… there it's short but it gives the point… Every one is changing… Erik and Christine for the better… Chris and Raoul for the worse… and Charlotte is Charlotte.

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