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Preparations for the secret ceremony went smoothly for the blissfully happy couple. Erik had spent his evenings working on an exquisite dress for Angelica, and had lent Ri'chard one of his best suits, he had worn when he was in his twenties. The two were eternally grateful for his efforts. But the day of the wedding, Angelica wanted to spend the afternoon with her father.
Angelica excused herself from Ri'chard's side in the stables and made her way to the lair passage way. She couldn't make the smile vanish from her face as she stepped gently down the stone steps. Her wandering had ended, she was no longer, 'Angelica the little orphan', and no longer alone. Thinking of Ri'chard being by her side forever was music to her ears. She soon reached the lair, and quickly greeted her father with a loving embrace.
"Are you happy, my angel?" Erik asked stroking Angelica's brown tendrils.
"Yes. I don't think anything could make me happier, really."
"You look so much like your mother." he said, now touching the apple of her cheek.
"Do I, father?"
"Yes, just as she looked, at your age. Like an angel."
"Do you know? I never liked being called 'angel'. But now I think I could get fond of it."
Erik smiled at his daughter warmly and took a deep breath.
"I wish I could see my mother." Angelica said narrowing her eyes. "Sometimes I dream about her. She talks to me, and calls me 'angel', too."
Erik looked as if he was going to cry.
"Even though I never knew her, I miss her too, father."
"She was unforgettable. Her voice..."
"I'm sorry I can't sing, father."
Erik looked a little angered by his daughter's words.
"Oh, no, Angelica. You're dancing is as whimsical, and graceful as an aria. I care not that you can sing."
For hours they reminisced about their memories. Erik talked about his days with Christine, and how she had changed him forever the day she had left the opera house, while Angelica talked about her childhood memories with Ri'chard, and even her peaceful moments with Gareth. Though the feelings were happy and full of love, Angelica couldn't help but think that some things were a bit tragic. Like leaving her father, down in the cold caverns of the Opera Populaire, and not having a mother at her wedding.
"I wonder where she is. And even if she's alive.." Angelica said, barely in a whisper.
"So do I, very much."
There was a pause.
"Father?"
"If you wouldn't mind...Could you sing at our wedding?"
Erik sighed politely and said he would be happy to.
"Maybe, it will rekindle the memory of her."
"We can only hope. I'll see you tommorrow, child. I have many things to do."
Another installment, I hope you guys like it. It's not my best, but you knew that. Well I'm not going to babble.Enjoy. R&R, please and thank you!