Chapter 2
He had been watching for awhile. He had heard her from afar. That beautiful voice. The voice that could calm all waters and lay a giant to slumber. But that voice had a sadness . A lonely void. The man needed to know this beautiful but sad creature's name. As he began to walk up, debating on whether or not to actually talk to her. Then a leaf crackled beneath his feet and it was too late to make any decision. It had already been chosen. She lifted her head and stared at him. Not with fright, just wander. " I'm sorry miss I have seemed to disturbed you. You have my most humblest apologies." He said suddenly starting to feel his cheeks flush and get warm. As he started to walk away she said "It is rather alright. May I be so kind as to ask your name Monsieur?" Rather shocked and relieved that this angel wasn't frightened. He had realized that she had a rather strong French accent. Then with a smile of relief, he replied "My name is Matthew Kane Miss. I really shouldn't have been listening but I couldn't help myself. Where did you learn to sing like that. With such emotion. Who is your great tutor?" Matthew couldn't help himself. He had to know where such an extraordinarily voice and beauty came from. Angelique studied the man before her. He was very handsome. He had hair as dark as the night and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to be smiling. Angelique had a distant look in her eyes. Those big beautiful eyes. No doubt they were beautiful but they were filled with loneliness and longing. "My name is Angelique De Changy. My father is Raoul. The Vicomte De Changy. My mother was the famous 1880's Opera singer Christine Daae. I suppose I inherited this voice from her. From what I have heard about her though, I'm probably accurate when I say I wouldn't hold a candle to her. My father has paid lessons for me from since I was a very young girl. I would have loved to have met her. She was so kind and beautiful I'm told." Matthew pondered for a moment. Angelique. Angel. This Angel's name was Angelique. Matthew knew the subject at hand very much hurt Angelique so he decided it best he change the topic. "Miss De Changy, I must say I haven't or ever will hear a voice as beautiful as yours." He said with meaning. That made Angelique feel very good. Matthew could tell. "Miss, I must be on my way now. My father is expecting me. I shall hope to see you again. Would I be worthy of such a pleasure as your company again?" he said. Angelique knew she was blushing quite fiercely. " Of course. We shall most certainly meet again sir. I can't wait. Are you invited to my masked ball tomorrow? It is for my birthday, Today was my 15th birthday. Please say you'll come? I shall send a messenger tonight for your invitation. Please say you'll come? " she questioned. Matthew could not refuse this Angel sent from Heaven. "As you wish mademoiselle." he replied. For once this Angel in Pain's sad eyes seemed so happy but still a hint of sadness. Such unbearable sadness in those eyes.