The next day all the papers had a large article on a new soon-to-be bride and groom. The date for the wedding was four days away. It was the talk of the town. The bride was said to be the loveliest woman in Paris, and the groom was said to be good-looking and very wealthy. Everyone who knew them or even just knew about the wedding, claimed to have never seen a more perfect pair.

Christine was now in the Bridal Dress shop called 'Pearl's Place.' It catered to only the richest customers, but had the most exquisite dresses imaginable. Christine was now standing on a round pedestal to be measured so the dress could be fitted to her. She had chosen a dress of relative simplicity. It was white satin, with strings of pearls looping around the full skirt at the bottom and middle. The sleeves were three-quarter length and wrapped tightly around her arms. The dress had a tight bodice and a V-neck. It was very flattering on Christine. She decided to have a pearl necklace, and earrings. She also settled on to having her hair up on top of her head with pearls strung throughout it. She was definitely satisfying the towns roomers of being the loveliest bride.

Against Raoul's wishes she had picked Meg Giry to be her Maid of Honor. Raoul wished to have no contact with anyone related to the Opera house, however, Christine found this un-fair as they were the only people she knew and was friends with. Madame Giry was also invited to be a witness. Other then that, and a few, maybe five, of Raoul's friends there were no other guests. They had chosen to keep the wedding small.

Christine had already moved most of her belongings to Raoul's house. They had notified the landlord that Christine would be moving out so he could start looking for new tenants. They had also decided, against Christine's wishes, that she would stay at home and Raoul would have a job. Christine however was not looking forward to this as she had argued, "What is there to do in a house all day?" However Raoul would not relent. None of his friend's wives worked, he claimed. And so neither would she. She could go have lunch with the other wives once in a while if she so desired to keep her busy. But no paying job.

Finally the wedding day came. Christine and Raoul met at the little church at 8:30 pm. The organ played as Christine and Meg glided down the aisle. Raoul met Christine halfway up and escorted her the rest of the way to the Preacher. They took their vows and kissed. Then they said goodbye to their friends attending and took the waiting white carriage pulled by two white horses back to Raoul's home.

"Well my dear, it is time for you to give me my right as a husband." Said Raoul with a daunting smile.

Christine couldn't wait. She remembered what it had been like with Erik. She had been consumed with her longing, yearning and passion. And yet she had felt like she had been a caged bird set free after a lifetime. She had wanted him over and over again, and he had met her demands every time. She had run her fingers down his chest and stomach feeling his strong muscles bulge and stretch. She had smelled his masculine sent. He had kissed her passionately, fully, and sweetly. He had been everything she had wanted. She looked at Raoul smiling waiting for all those feelings to come back to her.

Later that night Christine lay awake long after Raoul had gone to sleep. She couldn't stop thinking of how different the two nights had been. Raoul wasn't bad, in fact it was very pleasant. But pleasant was not how she felt with Erik. She was deeply saddened by the fact that she knew that had been her only chance and time that she would feel so whole, and so complete. She let one tear roll slowly down her cheek, and then made herself stop. Her last thought before she drifted off around four in the morning was that Raoul was like a scoop of chocolate ice cream to a bored child, while Erik was like a Hot Fudge sundae to a starving woman. She fell asleep with a smile playing across her lips, thinking how silly it was to be comparing sex to ice cream.

Raoul awoke the next morning and looked at Christine. She looked like an angle. Last night had been wonderful. He saw her still asleep with a smile still playing across her lips and figured he had worn her out and she was dreaming about him now. He wrote her a note and put it next to her where he had been laying, kissed her forehead, gave her one last look and went off to work.

When Christine awoke around 11:30 she was not surprised to find Raoul gone. She found his note left next to her in his place. It read:

My Dearest Wife, Christine,

I hope you had a wonderful time last night, as I know I did. I hope you wake up well rested. If you need anything I have a maid in the house at your disposal. I miss you very much and cannot wait until I return home tonight to see you again.

Your Husband,

Raoul

"How sweet," thought Christine as she smiled. Then she got up and pulled on her silk bathrobe and walked downstairs to eat breakfast. She spent the rest of the day puttering around the house and reading. She also sang a lot in her free time, but was careful not to do it when Raoul was around, as it might remind him of her former place of employment and upset him.

Occasionally Christine would go out with some of Raoul's friend's wives. They were extremely nice and cordial, however Christine did not form any close bonds with them. Maybe it was because of her taste for more wild friends, like Meg, or maybe they weren't overly friendly as she was not born into wealth and had once worked for a living. However they got along nicely and it gave Christine something to look forward to and do in her long hours of boredom around the house.

The one thing that Christine still loved was when Meg would come over for tea. It would brighten up Christine's whole day, and her face would shine, as if the sun was behind her smile and eyes. She would come over once or twice a month. They would have tea for hours. They would discuss old times, what the opera house was doing now, how Christine was, sometimes even poking a bit of fun at the other wives Christine visited and their stuffy ways. Christine loved talking to Meg because she could talk to her about anything. Raoul was nice and listened to her, however appeared slightly bored, and expected her to listen for hours about people she never met and political deals she never heard of.

Despite the fact that he was a bit boring, Christine still loved him. Sometimes it seemed to Meg that she loved him only because he loved her. However Meg never mentioned this to Christine. She figured as long as they loved each other and were happy that was all that mattered.

So for about three months that was how Christine's days went by. At night she and Raoul tried their best to produce a heir, which was what Raoul deemed the most important thing in life.

Little did Christine know, her life was on the brink of a radical transformation.

A/N ok please review! Also I will be going on a vacation soon so will not be righting for a week or two. So…..meanwhile tell ALL your friends about this WONDERFUL fan fic and have them read it and then review ;-) wink wink so anyways…..I HAVE ZILLIONS OF HITS…MORE REVIEWS WOULD BE APPRECIATED! Thank you to the people who have reviewed!