I hate leaving you guys in suspense all this time. Really, really sorry. So I decided to give you a part of the chapter. I'm gonna watch Constantine so I'll make this short and sweet: ENJOY! Chapter Fourty-Five:

A "Small" Soiree

The ceremony in itself was beautiful. Christine had watched them exchange vows. Meg had a large smile and Philippe was bubbling with joy. And like almost everyone there, Christine began to cry of joy.

They took two different limos, which Christine was thankful for. Raoul rode in one with the ring bearer, his father, Madame Giry, and the bride and groom while Christine and Erik rode in the other with two bridemaids, their dates and the flower girl. Since little Rachel didn't know anyone in the car, she held on to Christine's skirt the whole time, the only person she knew because of the rehearsals and such.

Christine hadn't known how possessive she was until she was in that limo with the two Erik Destler fans.

Erik seemed oblivious to it as he looked out the window of the limousine. Suzie and Carrie both stared at the object of their dreams for longer than is expected normal. Suzie looked like she was about to drop her mouth and drool and Carrie looked like she was bubbling with so much excitement that she was going to explode.

Christine was humming to keep herself from lunging out and slapping them to stop them from looking at her boyfriend like he was some meat on display. Inside, she was fuming, on the outside, she remained completely calm, holding Erik's hand.

"Christine?"

She looked in Erik's direction. "Yes?"

"You're cutting off my circulation."

She looked at their hands and noticed that her hand was tightly wrapped around his. She hadn't even noticed she had been squeezing his hand how furious she was.

"Oh," Christine said letting his hand go, her handprint left his skin white. "Sorry."

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She smiled contently and they held hands on the ride to the Hotel. She wanted to stick her tongue out at the bridesmaids but dismissed the thought as childish.

The cars that followed the limousines parked first or arrived first therefore, leaving the guests of honor for last, Meg and Philippe. The place was full and when they all arrived, there was a full room of people applauding as Meg and Philippe made their way in. The DJ introduced them as the Mr. and Mrs. De Chagny and Meg seemed to be over filled with joy.

The place was beautifully decorated. The cake had to be at least four feet tall, the decorations had arches with many trimmings. It was like a fairy tale come true and Christine adored it.

She recognized almost everyone in there. Some were business associates of the de Chagny's, their family and Meg's. The people she did recognize were the ones from school. Almost all her drama class was there.

When Christine told Meg this, Meg smiled and said that her graduating class was like family to her. Even Carlotta, who wasn't in their graduating class was there. Christine avoided her at all costs.

Meg and Philippe sat in front for all to see, their smiles unrelenting. The people that appeared in the wedding and their guests sat at a large round table, not far away from them.

All seemed well until they sat down at the tables with their corresponding names. And of all the luck in the world, Erik and Christine had to sit in front of Raoul. Christine had failed to take into consideration that they all would be sitting at the same table.

She looked at Raoul's hateful gaze as Erik pulled a chair out for her. She ttook a deep breath and started praying that those two wouldn't get into a fight there. She had thought that at least Erik would get over the fact that she was finally his and that Raoul was no threat, but this was not the case.

Whatever cold look Raoul made to them, Erik did it back ten-fold.

She was grateful when the DJ called to their attention to announce the first dance of the new couple. She was the only one out of the three to pay attention to what he said. "Everyone welcome Mr. and Mrs. Philippe de Chagny to their first dance!"

Everyone politely clapped as Meg and Philippe made their way onto the empty space they were to use as the dance floor. They danced and soon they were joined by Madame Giry and Mr. De Chagny, the bridesmaids and their dates, the only ones missing were…

"Come on, Maid of Honor and Best Man, you're the only ones left out. "

Christine bit her lip and gave Erik a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

She got out of the chair before Erik could stop her and walked to the dance floor followed by Raoul. Christine worried about Raoul. He had missed all rehearsals because of work, maybe he didn't know how to waltz. That was what the rehearsals were for.

But she was wrong, they placed their hands in their correct positions and fell into the song. They all twirled and danced just as the teacher Meg had hired had told them too.

"How dare you bring him here?"

Christine stared at him as they danced. "What?"

"How could you bring that-that thing here?"

"Raoul," Christine said through gritted teeth. "Say that again and you will regret it."

Raoul scoffed. "Typical. You've always defended him."

"I will when he can't do it for himself. And for your information, I brought him here because my invitation said 'Christine Daaé and guest' and if my guest will be my boyfriend then so be it."

Raoul laughed. "Boyfriend, is he?"

"Yes, he is."

He laughed once more. "You were his obsession, Christine, he doesn't truly love you. Not like I did. He'll just satisfy his lust for you and kick you to the curb."

Christine narrowed her eyes in anger. "No, he hasn't and he won't."

Raoul smiled slyly. "I knew you would give in to him. He always appealed to a side of you, Christine, one that I'm not sure I understand." He scoffed. "We went out for four years and you opened your legs to him in four months."

Christine pulled away from him and shoved him as hard as she could. "Is that what I was to you, a goddamned contest!"

They were unaware of the fact that the people that had joined in on the dancing was now staring at them. Raoul grabbed her hand and pulled her to him to continue dancing. She only went to him willingly to avoid the stares, especially the death glare from Meg.

They continued dancing, not missing a step even though, inside, Christine could feel her anger boiling. She would have punched Raoul in the jaw if she had ever practiced any sort of violence. But she couldn't do that to Meg, not after everything she did to bring her to New York to be her Maid of Honor.

Christine couldn't contain her anger. "You bastard, I hate you."

She didn't look at him in the face but she heard him chuckle. "Believe it or not, Little Lotte, I still love you."

Christine looked at him with disgust. "If that were true, you wouldn't have said that."

He laughed. It was cold, venomous and malevolent, she realized at that moment that the old Raoul was gone. His laugh wasn't warm and inviting, in contrast, it sent chills down her spine. It was as if the roles were reversed now.

In the next second, he took her hand and spun her around and pushed her into a fleshy wall. When she looked up, she was relieved to see his familiar face. "Erik."

He looked over her features swiftly, and then asked in a harsh voice. "What did he do to you?"

Christine blinked. "Nothing. He didn't do anything."

He looked at her unbelieving. "Christine, don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," Christine lied.

Erik broke free of her grasp and started walking in the direction Raoul had just gone through. She reached out for his hand again. "Erik, just let it go."

"No."

"Erik!" This time she screamed his name making him turn. "Don't disregard me like that."

He walked to her and took her hands, kissing them. "I can't just stand and let him get away with whatever he did to you."

"Erik, don't worry," Christine told him. "I took care of it."

He raised an eyebrow.

Christine smiled and wrapped her arms around his form. "Come on, I want you to meet someone." She took his hand and led him away from the dancing crowd. She made her way to the large table near Meg's.

Two men talked to Madame Giry and when Christine stood next to them, she cleared her throat. "Madame Giry?"

I know, I know, Raoul is an SOB for saying that...maybe I should have let Erik kill him. (looks back and sees sister trying to hold Erik back) As much as I would enjoy Erik beating the livign snot out of him for saying that (because let's face it, it was not pretty) I need him concious for the rest of the wedding. (rubs hands together in glee) Yes, ladies, the night is young. The wedding is not yet over! Muahahaha. i really should stop that. Please, try not to chase me down with pitchforks and torches...how will I update then:) Oh, the cleverness of me! Okay, I'll update as soon as i can...(ducks from rotten apple being thrown) uh...BYE!