Don't own it.
"Oh Erik! I think we may already have the rings, that is if the weren't damaged." Christine started rushing around, gathering things up, grabbing her stockings, taking up her slippers, finding a cloak.
Meanwhile Erik was simply standing there with a bemused expression on his face. Suddenly he was struck with the similarity between Christine and a chicken running around with its head chopped off. The idea came so suddenly, and he found it so amusing that he couldn't help himself, he laughed. A loud, clear - full out belly laugh that just rolled forth.
So shocked by this was Christine that she immediately dropped all the things within her arms. Never had she heard such a sound. It was beautiful. She hadn't ever heard Erik laugh before and she wished she had. Though in all matter of fact, she was still unawares as to the subject of his humour.
Clearing his throat briefly in order to remove the last of his amusement Erik looked over to Christine to see her blinking at him rather vaguely, and that she was now bearing an invisible load. All due to the fact that she had dropped what she had had in her arms. Voicing his thoughts Erik declared, "Darling would you mind replacing the 'load' in your arms with something a little more substantial. I'm not really sure that the proper resting place of your garments is the floor of my study."
Jerking back into action as if pulled by a string Christine exclaimed "Oh, oh, dear me, when did that happen? And don't mock me so Erik. It's hardly endearing. Though I suppose I could say that your prior mirth has made up for it. At least partially. But really Erik, that is the first time I have ever heard you laugh. Which I plan to make such an action more frequent, even if occasionally it must be at my own expense."
"That is wonderful angel, but tell me, if you wouldn't mind giving me an explanation, why exactly were you rushing about as if a garrotted chicken?"
"Oh I was hardly acting as a garrotted chicken. Perhaps I may have been slightly zealous…but I was hardly that frantic. I simply wanted to ready myself to head up into the opera. You see, I had in a heavy iron lockbox kept the wedding rings of my mama and papa. I was hoping that they might fit and that we might use them in our ceremony…"
"Even if I were not fond of the idea, which, my dear, I am, and honoured as well, I would of course agree to wear your father's ring. Thank you" Erik replied.