Erik took in the dress while she was still in it. He hadn't stuck her with a pin once, which would've been an amazing feat for her. She worried as he was working on the final stitches. "Erik" she sighed. He looked up at her.

"Yes, Mon Ange?" he asked. His loving eyes made her smile. To the world they were harsh metal eyes, that showed no emotion. To her they were loving, not malice, not hating… Love. He cracked a slight smile, trying to comfort her. Her stood up and hugged her.

She began to cry. He held her tight against his chest. "Erik, I'm so scarred" she said between sobs. He kissed the top of her head. "It will all be alright. I promise you." She looked up at him a smile slid across her face.

"Erik, I think something wonderful has happened" she began. He raised a brow in confusion. "I've been gaining weight lately, and that's not usual." He looked at her still confused. "I've been nauseous" She said, she looked at him. "Erik I think I'm pregnant."

His eyes lit up, he lifted her off the ground. "That's Wonderful" he said holding her up high above him. "Is this what you've been so worried about?" He asked placing her down on the floor.

"No" she said simply. "Well, I'm not worried about the baby, I'm worried about Chris. Now that I'm pregnant" she stopped. "We'll need to get married as soon as possible" she said falling into his arms.

"I agree." He said simply. "If we get married, there is nothing that Monsieur Le' Viscomte can do to part us after that." He stated. "Tonight." He said looking into her eyes. She got excited. "after the performance." He said. She nodded.

He finished sewing the dress. She sighed looking at him 'Maybe everything will end up all right.' She took off the dress. He helped her put her normal clothes.

"Good Luck Mon Cheri" he said kissing her lightly on the cheek. She kissed him ado and left for her dressing room. The long corridors were now an east walk, she knew ever passage way to every room. Although the two way mirror in her dressing room still creeped her out a little.

She slid open the mirror. Madam Giry was waiting for her in her room. She helped her out of her clothes, and into act one costume.

"Think of me,
think of me, fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me ...

We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...

Think of all the things
we've said and seen -
don't think about the way
things might have been ...

Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying to hard
to put you
from my mind.

Recall those days,
look back on
all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...

Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their season, so do we
But please promise me
That sometimes you will
Think of me!"


After the Gala she headed to her room as not to be stopped by Chris. She quickly pulled open the door, shut it and locked it behind her. She felt a cold grip on her wrist. She whipped around quickly to see who it was, her heart sank.

Chris's cold eyes poured into her. Her heart was beating a mile a minute in her chest. He pulled her out of her room, down the hall, and into his carriage.

MWAH… evilness. And a clif-hanger.