Chapter Two, In Which Christine wakes up in Mama Valerius' arms, and the Opera Manager's retire.
Disclaimer: I have disclaimed! So I exclaim, I'm NOT YET DEAD!
Christine groaned, and her eyes fluttered open. Her vision was blurred but from what she could see she was lying in bed, a pink canopy covered her, she closed her eyes again trying to remember what had happened, the masked man! She sat bolt right up, to find that someone was sitting next to her bed,
"The Angel's awakened!" an extremely over weight woman exclaimed, Christine cringed at Mama Valerius' voice.
Mama Valerius was a fat woman that had taken care of Christine since she was a child, after her father had died, the old woman was boisterous, sentimental, and hadn't a pint of sense in her body, and at this time she began to faucets with relief,
"No on one knew if we'd ever get you out!" she blubbered taking a handkerchief out of her bulging apron pocket, "That fire came right into your dressing room!"
The fire came flooding back to Christine as well, "There was a fire!" she screamed, "What happened,"
Mama Valerius began to sip the tea that had just been served and stuffed a croissant in her bulbous mouth.
"Yes! In the third cellar, and it spread, came right in through your mirror, scorched it, did you know that there was a trapdoor behind your mirror, astonishing is it not?"
"Yes it is," Christine mumbled, Mama Valerius snorted while she swallowed some more cake,
A knock sounded at the door, Mama Valerius sighed, "Come in," she said, "but can't yous see that an angel has just awoken from an extremely trying day!'
A maid poked her terrified head around the corner,
"Mademoiselle," she quaked, "there's a letter for Miss Daae,"
Mama Valerius snorted again, "Alright bring it in and leave Charlotte, and can't you see I'm giving a parental lecture,"
Christine was about to point out that Mama Valerius wasn't her mother but the message was dropped in her hands, and her words vanished, it had the seals of MM Debienne, and MM Poligny, she tore away the seal, and read. It said:
To my dear member of the Opera,
We, the managers of The Paris Opera House are retiring within the week, and ask you, a member of the opera, to be kind to out predecessors, whom you shall meet the day we leave.
We remain your infinite supporters,
Debienne
Poligny
Christine dropped the note in shock,
"Is anything wrong dear?" The obese one asked between gulps of muffin,
"The managers are retiring," she whispered,
"Oh, well that's nothing to fret about, Lord; I thought you meant something really awful had happened, like the bakery getting condemned,"
Christine just rolled her blue eyes, and played with her blonde hair, suddenly she remembered the mask, what had happened to it?