Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. It belongs to Webber and Leroux.
A/N: ok, so this is a really short chapter but it didn't feel right continuing. You'll all just have to survive one really short chapter. It is just better to split this part into a couple chapters. Hope you enjoy!
Christine scanned up and down her tiny frame as she stood before a full length mirror. Her snow white gown trailed on the floor and hung gracefully around her. A couple brown curls softly framed her face while the rest was pulled into a neat bun. Christine's big, brown eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement.
"Oh Christine you look so beautiful!" exclaimed Meg, the maid of honor.
"I think so too," Christine replied, "To tell you the truth though, I'm really nervous."
"I think that's normal Christine. Everything will be perfect, I'm sure of it."
Christine smiled warmly at her friend and turned to walk out the door. Something on her dresser caught her eye as she was heading out. A rose with a black ribbon tied around the stem was sitting on the dresser. Christine's heart started beating frantically and she felt her body get deathly cold.
"Christine, what's wrong?" Meg asked after noticing Christine's sudden pallor.
A pale, shaky hand pointed to the rose and Meg gasped.
"You don't suppose…," Meg muttered, unable to finish.
"No, it couldn't. No, not today," Christine whispered, trying to make herself believe something that she new wasn't true.
"We should really get going," Meg stated, trying to sound cheerful, "We'll forget about the whole thing."
Christine smiled and replied, "I'm not going to let a silly flower spoil my day."
A/N: The next chapter is the wedding one. I'm trying to figure out how I want that one to go so look out for it. Hope you enjoyed this incredibly short chapter. Please leave comments. Love you all!