Chapter 3

The short walk to and from Angelique's secret place was a great experience for her. Angelique was not allowed to go anywhere without supervision except there. Sariah made sure of that. Sariah was a terrible woman of the age of 26. She had Red hair and green eyes filled with greed, jealousy, meaness, and hatred. The expression on her face was that of someone who just got done sucking a lemon. She was a vile, venomous woman and treated the dirt under her feet better than she treated Angelique. The worst thing was that she was Angelique's stepmother. It was only two years ago when Raoul and Sariah were married. The new Vicomtess De Changy. He didn't love her. The only reason why this treacherous union took place was because Raoul thought it best that Angelique had a mother. Sariah didn't love Raoul either. She was a gold digger. Sariah was so jealous of Angelique. She was jealous of her voice, her undying beauty, and of her period. Angelique took all the unkind words without ever talking back or speaking up. Raoul never knew. If he had then Sariah would not be there. Angelique hadn't dared told Raoul because she didn't know that Raoul hated Sariah with every fiber of his being. That's the whole reason why Raoul was always gone. Raoul loved his little girl and had he known the horror she went through while he was away then he would kill Sariah with his own gun. He always showered Angelique with everything she needed and so much more.

Flashback

Christine's curls were bouncing all over the place. Raoul loved it better when she let her lovely ringlets go wild better than when she put them back. He loved Christine. His Little Lotte. He had won her heart and till this day he fought so hard to keep it. However he had never really won her heart. He only had a piece of it. The year was 1883 (3 years after the incident) and it was Christine's 19th birthday. She looked so beautiful but not as happy as she should be. Christine had loneliness and pain in her eyes. Longing. Raoul knew deep in his heart that she did not love him as much she said she did. She loved Him. Her Angel of Music. Raoul's enemy. Christine would often sing and always of pain and despair. Never sweet music as she once sung when she was with her Angel. Raoul saw Christine's pain. Through the past 3 years Christine had grown much paler than she already was and much weaker than she already was. Raoul would hear her at night as cried out and she thought no one heard. He was never asleep. He cries cut through him like a knife. More than once he had awoken to hear her crying his name in her sleep. But on that particular day she looked happy. But never her eyes. Her eyes shown a broken past. Of unforgotten memories. Of her shattered heart. " Raoul. Darling. I have spectacular news! I'm with child. Oh I'm so high that nothing could bring me down." Christine as soon as she said it she regreted it. It only made her think of him. " Are you excited Raoul?" she asked after a few hesitant moments. Raoul couldn't believe it. He was jumping for joy inside. " Oh Little Lotte. I love you so much. Thank you." Raoul replied while hugging his wife. Christine politely kissed Raoul's cheek and went to her private room. They slept in seperate rooms. He did this to make his wife happy. He could hear her in her now singing that song that shattered his heart into a million pieces.

My love for you is in a mist,

but everytime I'm near you my heart it can't resist;

I want to let you know how I feel,

let you know that my love is for real;

but there is somthing holding me back,

maybe the others have somthing I lack;

this mist is making me weary,

and my eyes they won't see clearly;

I won't let you know how much I feel,

but my heart is somehow forever sealed;

I want for you to wrap your arms around me,

tell me that you'll never leave me,

But I don't know if you still feel the same way,

So this is the only way to say what I had to say;

I never knew I was so lonely,

until you opened up my heart,

I want you to be my one and only,

never want to be apart;

My spirit has gotten so battered,

for I feel so lonely,

and if my dreams were all that mattered,

you'd be here with me;

but my love I can't reveal,

because my heart is forever sealed;

maybe someday I will tell you how I feel,

and let you know that my love is for real;

but for now it remains untold,

maybe someday I'll have all the love one heart can hold.

Everytime she sang that song she would call out for her beloved. He was her Angel.

Present

Raoul was thinking of that day as he was riding up to his mansion in his carriage. Angelique looked exactly like Christine except more Beautiful. The same Sad eyes. N one as young as her or as Christine was should've had such sad eyes. But today when his daughter came running out to greet him Raoul saw a newfound glint of hapiness in her eyes. Just a glint but enough.