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The evening gracefully cast it's shadow over the sky and burned out the candle of sunlight. Angelica watched the sunset take it's leave and thought about Ri'chard. There wasn't anyone who she could imagine as her husband now. She was so happy that the wandering for love and fullfillment had ended. Or had it? Angelica looked away from the window and cupped her hands. Though she was very happy, the void was still there. The conversation she had with her father the night before echoed in her mind.

"Mother.." she whispered to herself.

Was her mother's spirit with her? Or was it just a feeling of need and want? Angelica tried to erase the thought from her head as she pulled on her bodice. She had the love of her father and Ri'chard.

After she had made the last few adjustments to her wedding attire she looked at herself in the mirror across the room. She looked almost exactly like a drawing in her father's chamber. Her hair, her dress. Everything but her eyes.

"Like an angel." she mimicked Ri'chard as she turned in a circle.

Insisting on tradition, Angelica and Ri'chard had decided to arrive to Erik's lair separately so they did not see one another before they were wed. Angelica chose to go first. She, as well as her father, didn't want her dress to get damaged by the boat and lake water, so Erik suggested a different entrance. There were many of course, but he chose the old dressing room once inhabited by "La Carlotta" Guidicelli. Angelica made her way to the old room, dodging cobwebs and moving wooden boards. In minutes she reached the dressing room just as the clock tolled six. She stepped inside lifting her dress over a fallen beam. The room was filled with vases of dead roses, and paintings of French poodle dogs. 'How odd' she thought to herself sitting on a small vanity stool. Angelica waited for what seemed to be days before she heard the mirror squeak open. She immediately stood to her feet and dusted bits of dist off of her dress.

"Good evening." Angelica said, curtsying.

Erik sighed and smiled, looking as if he was going to weep.

"You look sublime." he said walking toward her.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything."

"It's no trouble."

She reached forward and hugged him.

"I love you, Father."

"I love you too, my Angelica."

He lead her down to the lair glancing back at her every few steps. The journey was quick, but pleasant. Ri'chard hadn't arrived yet, so that left time for Angelica and Erik to talk.

"I have one more thing to give you." said Erik walking over to his work area.

He took out a small gold box and opened it to reveal something wrapped in red silk.

"What is it?" she asked staring.

"Open it."

Angelica gently removed the silk blanket.

"A veil. It's beautiful. You've done so much for me."

"It was your mother's."

Her eyes widened at her father's words.

"The night she wore this, changed me forever." Erik said, his voice breaking.

"Please, father, don't cry. I believe that wherever she is, in her heart she still has a place for you."

He looked up and smiled at his daughter.

"You truly possess parts of your mother."

"A-am I interrupting?" Ri'chard said, standing next to the docked boat.

"No. We were just finishing." Angelica assured, placing the veil on her crown.

"Shall we begin?" Erik asked.

They nodded and stood before him.

"I've asked Father to sing before the vows."

Ri'chard smiled at Erik bravely and awaited with Angelica, the song. Erik cleared his throat and sat down at his piano organ. He began to play a slow tune, with a loving aura.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.

Say the word and I will follow you.

Share each day with me, each night, each morning.

Anywhere you go let me go too.

Love me-

"That's all I ask of you..."

Erik turned around to see who had interrupted the song. It wasn't Angelica, and it couldn't have been Ri'chard. They too, turned around to see the body the interrupting voice belonged to. They're eyes fell upon a large rock by the lake. Down at the rock where the boat stood... Was a woman with dark, curly hair, olive skin, and brown eyes.

"Christine?" Erik said standing to his feet.

The woman stepped forward and removed her hat, making her face able to identify. She looked exactly like Angelica, aged slightly, and with a streak of gray hanging at her ear.

"Angelica..." she whispered.

Angelica's eyes widened as she looked dumbfounded at the woman.

"Christine. Mother?" she asked dropping her bouquet of roses.

She nodded and took Angelica in her arms. They both sobbed loudly squeezing each other tightly.

"Oh, how did you find me!" Angelica cried still holding her mother.

"For years I've searched, I'm so sorry, my child."

"It doesn't matter now. You're here, with me."

The embrace soon ended, as Angelica lead her mother over to Ri'chard. He bent down and kissed her hand. She smiled at the nervous young man and kissed his cheek.

Christine's eyes darted to the side when she caught a glimpse of Erik. He wasn't in his twenties anymore, but was still ever so handsome. She walked over never taking her eyes from his. They stood inches from each other, but did not move.

"Hello, Erik." Christine said warmly.

He did not answer, but the tears streaming down his face told her everything.

"Christine." Erik sobbed holding out his arms.

Christine placed his arms around her waste and held him close. How she missed him. Hearing his voice again, made her heart thump madly.

"Seventeen years." he said, his voice muffled by Christine's hair.

"I know..I know."

"Can you ever forgive me?"
"It's not your fault. It's mine."
She looked up at him.

"Christine, don't blame yourself."

"But I do blame myself. For hurting you, and our daughter."

He wanted to argue, but didn't cut her explanation short.

"I've always loved you, Angelica. That won't change." she said glancing at her. "And...I have never stopped loving you, Erik. Not the Angel of Music, or the music of the night. Just. You."

Not my best at all, but it's a chapter. I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, I started a new job and a member of my family passed away. So I've been busy. Anyways please R&R, I'd appreciate it. And it'll give me motivation, lol:)