Maska- Did I say he was evil? Okay, maybe a little, but probably not in the way that you think.
Keeper Music Night- Dominique always calls his father by his first name, because it annoys Erik and Dominique knows it, and he likes it. Well, I would be happy to help if you want, or to just jump into a lake if you prefer. Maybe... Do people really kiss at dinner.
Gerry ISU Chick04- Yes, he does. You can't be preggie with his kids, for reasons I cannot explain. I just know for a fact that he uses insurance! I saw Star Wars and then my friend wanted me to go with him again, so I think I will, becuase he is cute and it is a good cry and hug movie.
The Phantoms Angel in Hell- Love your name, BTW. New reader! (Kuddos to you!) Thank you and here is your next one...
Chapter 20- Drooping Candles and Eloquent Dinners
Dominique's lessons with Erik went well, as did his lessons the next day. He tried to act like he was stupid and new very little about singing, as to please his teacher, but he just could not bring himself to say that he didn't know how to use his vibrato. It just irked him too much.
After his lessons he set up everything that would be needed for dinner. After he was sure that everything was perfect, he proceeded to the dormitories and then to Isabelle's dressing room, a pink rose in hand.
Isabelle stood in front of her dressing room, in a cream colored, silk gown with sparkling white beading which covered the bodice. Dominique stared at her from the shadows for a moment, not sure if he should go talk to her, or if he could possibly stand there and look at her forever.
Finally, Dominique emerged from the obscurity and started Isabelle by lightly brushing her exposed shoulder with the pedals of the pink rose. She jumped a little and turned smiling at the sight of him, dressed completely in black. He grinned, mischievously at her, holding out the rose in a black gloved hand. He had thought about wearing the mask, as to spark a little intrigue in the young woman, but decided it better to not show up dawning the legendary mask of the Phantom of the Opera.
Isabelle took the rose in her white gloved hand. She pulled it to her face, and sniffed it lightly. It smelled heavenly. She looked up at Dominique, who looked rather dashing in his black suite. He was grinning in that subtle striking way. She found that she was smiling as well. She hoped he hadn't gotten the wrong message, but then again she hoped that maybe he had.
Dominique held out an arm and Isabelle took it, finding herself smiling uncontrollably once more. She tried to suppress her grinning, but found it to be futile to attempt such and decided to just let it happen. After climbing a few flights of stairs, Dominique stopped them both and turned to Isabelle.
"Close your eyes." He said. She stared at him for a moment in surprise, and then without question she shut her eyes and held out a hand for him to guide her. She felt him slip his hand under hers and pull her gently along the way, warning her of stairs, blocks and other obstructions.
When they had walked for what seemed to Isabelle to be an eternity, Dominique stopped, and let go of her, telling her to keep her eyes closed for a moment. There was a breeze, not a hard one but light and soothing. She heard him ruffle some cloth and she smelled the burning of a match and then of wax.
"Alright." Dominique said. "Please, open your eyes."
Isabelle's eyes sprung open and she gasped at the sight before her. She was on the roof, and sitting before her was a magnificently set table. The center piece contained pink and white roses, all tied with a white ribbon and some garnish for flavor. The dishes were antique and quite stunning, but the food that lay open them was all the more exquisite.
On either side of the table were set old-fashioned candelabras with drooping white wax candles in them. The flames flickered over the breathtaking sight. Dominique stood next to one of the candelabras, his hands clasped in one another behind his back.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
Isabelle stood, speechless for a moment, and then she squeaked out a small breathless reply, "Yes." She said.
Dominique looked quite satisfied. He walked to the chair nearest Isabelle, and pulled it back, inviting her to sit. She did so and he sat across the table from her, as she stared at the beautiful food, waiting for him to begin.