Chapter 9 Wedding Arrangements
After Meg's ordeal, Erik decided Meg probably wouldn't be able to get back to sleep as she was still shaking like anything, so they decided to go for a walk, which suited Erik as it was only about 3 o' clock which would mean that the streets would be practically empty, so no-one would gawp at his mask.
So Erik and Meg walked hand in hand down the dark Paris streets.
'I love you' Meg told Erik as she leaned her head against Erik's shoulder, Erik smiled at her being so sweet,
'I love you, too.' Erik replied, whilst yawning.
'You're tired, we should get back,' Meg looked up at him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.
'You're probably right, there's a lot of work to be done tomorrow,'
Erik woke up first the next morning with Meg entwined with his body, he figured she must have been cold because he didn't light the fire before they went bed. He scolded himself for being so careless. Erik was the most perfectionist of people you could meet. He looked at his watch, it was 12 noon, shocked, he tried to wake up Meg by tapping her lightly on the shoulder, but it seemed she was in a deep sleep, so he tapped her on the shoulder slightly harder, she didn't wake up, so he kissed her on the lips which soon woke her up.
After breakfast they got to work on planning the wedding.
They decided what church they wanted it at, what bouquet Christine would have, what time the carriages would arrive, they would be married in just over a week, at St. Anthony's church, one of the nicest churches in the area. They had decided to invite Christine, who would be Meg's maid of honour, and sent an invite to the Chagny residence, which is where they guessed she would be if they were married. They also invited various other friends and Megs Aunt and Uncle, who she was very close too. Erik's wedding suit, which he had specially made, just as he had with Meg's dress, consisted of a pristine white shirt, with a perfect contrast of a black ascot, under his dark red waistcoat. He would also wear a long-tailed jacket, his trousers were black as were his shoes. A few hours later after all planning was complete, Erik composed a small piece for their wedding, it was a slow romantic, yet happy melody, it brought tears to Meg's eyes as she first heard it, she was marrying the most clever man in the world.
A Week Later
Meg would be marrying Erik in one day! She was so nervous but yet so excited to be marry the love of her life. Erik couldn't believe his luck either, he had, had a childhood of hatred, grown up under the opera house alone for years, and now he had Meg, and they would be together forever, and no-one would interfere.
At the Chagny residence
'There is no way your going to that monsters wedding!' Raoul hissed his voice filled with annoyance.
'Raoul, please, Meg she's my best friend, and has been for years. It would be for her that I would be going!'
'No.' Raoul replied simply.
'Well Raoul, I'm going, whether I have your permission or not.' Christine turned around and started to walk out the door, when Raoul replied 'If you go, Christine darling, I assure you, you won't have a husband to come back too.'
Christine gasped, but continued to walk out of the door and into their bedroom, to figure out what she would wear.
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Walking into the bedroom, Erik told Meg that she would have to leave a little bit earlier than him the next morning,
'Why?' Meg asked curiously.
Struggling to think of an excuse Erik said bluntly, 'I just need to sort a few thing out, that's all.' Meg still curious could see the please don't ask anymore questions in his eyes so she thought it best to leave the subject, and they fell to sleep within minutes of hitting their pillows.
