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Chapter 3

"Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle wake up." My eyes shot open to the sight of one of the maids. I gave her a bewildered look, but sat up. "Would you like me to help you get dressed."

"Yes Thank You." I pulled back the covers and got out of bed. She and I walked behind the dressing wall. She helped me with my corset, she tightened it a little more then Madame Giry did but I did not show any sign of discomfort.

"The Madame is going to let you borrow one of her dress." She said as she tightened the corset tighter.

"Oh alright. What is your name?"

"Alice."

"Hello I'm Christine."

"Hello." Alice did not seem as interested in the acquaintance as I did, but I quickly forgot about it. Alice helped me into an exquisite, yet simple yellow dress. It was very modest, and had long sleeves. She gave me the yellow shoes that went with it.

"Mademoiselle--"

"Christine, please."

"Christine is it true about you and the Opera Ghost." I particularly did not want to talk about the subject but I continued on with the conversation

"That depends, what have you heard?"

"That he killed Ubaldo Pangi, and that stage worker Buquet. He poisoned that Opera Star then kid-napped you from his Opera and tried to murder the Vicomte." It had never heard it all at once before, it sounded so horrible. I wanted to deny it all and say it was not true, but it was. I stood up from the bed, where I was putting on the shoes, and walked over to the window. I tried to hold back tears by looking at the sky and blinking but it didn't help tears dripped from my eyes all the same.

"Oh Christine I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, No it's not you. I'm glad you brought up the subject, I just had never quite heard it all at once that's all. But Yes, it's true, and there was so much more that no one but me and The Ang-- I mean The Opera Ghost and could understand." she nodded then quickly changed the subject

"Here come and sit down, I will brush your hair." she motioned toward the vanity I sat down and she picked up the brush she gently ran it through my hair.

"So rumor has it you and the Vicomte are getting married." I smiled at the thought

"Yes!" The subject of me becoming Raoul's wife made me giggle with excitement.

"Congratulations. You are a lucky girl, he is a fine man."

"Yes, Yes he is." I said. She pulled my hair into a low ponytail and tied it with a silk yellow ribbon.

"Thank You" I said as I got up from the chair, and went towards the door.

"Your Welcome Christine, Anything else?"

"Oh Yes, where is Raoul?"

"He is in the dining room would you like me to take you there?"

"Oh, please." I followed Alice out of the room and down the staircase. We went down a few halls, with dozens and dozens of portraits. I looked at each one in wonderment. All the women looked so serious, and well like women. They looked as if they had no innocence left in them. I thought about the reflection I had just seen in the mirror, besides the growing in some areas I still looked like I did when I was thirteen.

We finally reached the dinning room. As I entered I noticed the room was huge the table could easily fit 70 people. There was a gorgeous chandelier hanging above the table. There were 4 enormous windows taking up the left wall, and hanging to the side of them were even bigger maroon curtains. I noticed Nicolas at the head of the table, Jeanne and You were at each side. Once you noticed I was present you stood up and walked over to me.

"Good Morning Darling" You said as you grabbed my hand, and started to lead me towards the table

"Good Morning." I replied. You pulled out the chair next to you. I sat down in the place you had originally been. I observed that you and your family had not been there very long, your food was not yet out. Your father looked rather perturbed at my presence, but I ignored it.

"So Christine did you sleep well last night." Your mother said with an extra spark in her voice. I lied and said

"Yes." You looked at me and silently giggled. "I trust you also slept well."

"Yes I did." I smiled at her, she responded with the same gesture.

"Thank You for letting me borrow this dress it is beautiful, I will get it returned to you as soon as possible."

"Christine don't worry about it, you can have it."

"Oh no Madame I could not possibly take it from you." Even though I really wanted the dress, it would seem rude to simply take it.

"No I insist." I smiled at her again, I did not want to argue. You two gentlemen seemed quite shocked that the women were doing all the talking. We quickly caught on and stopped our discussion.

I had not figured out if you had made up with your father or not, but I figured you hadn't. A decision like whom you were going to marry was probably not easily forgotten.

"Raoul," your mother said, breaking the long silence that had fell upon the table. "I had noticed that you say you are engaged but the future bride wears no ring."

"It's quite a long story mother." you said trying to lure her away from the subject, but your mother did not give up that easily.

"Raoul, we have time." You looked at me and said.

"Darling do you mind?" Oh great now the decision was on my shoulders. I had to decide if I wanted to tell your family, that The Phantom of the Opera a.k.a. Angel of Music, had come to the Masquerade Ball, ripped it off my neck, then in turn later He gave it back to me only to marry him with, then he let me go, and to show him that I Loved him a little I gave him back the ring. These thoughts flooded my mind but I looked to you and said

"No I don't mind." I sat there listening to you go into great detail of the story about The Opera Ghost and me. Besides the occasional 'Oh Christine darling that must have been terrifying' or 'Oh my word' from your mother, your parents were silent, hanging on your every word, while I sat looking at you, trying to look interested, but really trying not to get sick. Finally the story was over and you grabbed my hand underneath the table. Your mother and even your father gave me sympathetic looks. I smiled gently at them both, then finally the food came.

We had French bread with jelly on them and porridge. Everyone besides me had black coffee, I simply had a glass of tea. Once the food came everyone was silent, which I was happy with, that meant no talk of the Opera.

Finally we were on our way to your estate. I was so excited. I sat in the carriage quickly patting my leg with my hand so that I would not burst with joy. You grabbed my hand, which must have been going a mile a minute, and gently kissed it. I smiled softly then looked out the window. With in moments I asked:

"Are we there yet?" You giggled slightly then said

"Almost." I giggled also I felt like a child on there way to the fair. Finally after what seemed like eternity, we pulled onto a dirt road, which led to a steel archway. My smile widened from ear to ear at that point. We passed the marble fountain and stopped right out side the house. You helped me out of the carriage, and lead me inside. The moment I stepped into the house, I smelled cinnamon, just like you had said. I squeezed your hand tighter.

"Come I will show you your room." I giggled as you lead me up the grand staircase. You lead me down a long hall and when you reached the 3rd room on the left you opened the door. The room was sky blue and was absolutely beautiful it was huge and had a fireplace opposite my bed. At the end of my room was a balcony, the doors were open and the curtains floated in the wind. I walked in, in complete wonderment. I walked to the balcony and stepped outside. I could clearly see the stable and the horse pastures. I was trying to take in the beauty of it all, when you came behind me and started gently kiss my neck. I giggled and turned around towards you. You forced your lips against mine. You pushed me back to the railing and deepened the kiss. I placed one hand on your cheek and one on your shoulder. We parted to breath, but that did not last long. I quickly pressed my lips in the same position they had been less then a moment ago. You started to make the kisses more frantic, and trial them downward from lips, to my neck then stopped my collarbone. You lined the bottom of my neck with sweet kisses, as I wrapped my arms around your neck. I giggled when I saw a maid walk into my room with a couple bags Madame Giry had sent from the Opera house. The young maid stood paralyzed once she saw us.

"Raoul Darling." I said quietly into your ear

"Yes?" You said taking your lips off me and looking me straight in the eye. Once you saw that I was looking behind you, you turned around. I sat giggling quietly, as the maid said:

"Oh am so sorry Vicomte, I did not think anyone was in here. My apologies."

"Quite all right." You said casually " Susanne I don't believe you have had the pleasure of meeting my fiancée Mademoiselle Christine Daae."

"Oh Mademoiselle very nice to meet you."

"Very nice to meet you also Susanne." I said with a smile.

"Susanne why don't you unpack Christine's things--"

"Raoul I can unpack my own things you know." I said with a bewildered grin. You looked surprised but said

"Alright, Christine."

"Raoul when I am done, will you give me the Grand Tour." You smiled then replied:

"I'd be happy to." With that you left the room, and left Susanne and me to unpack.

"Mademoiselle, I really can unpack for you."

"Yes but arms and legs are not broken, so I will help you." I opened the larger one of the 2 bags and quickly noticed a fresh rose on top of everything, and yes it had a black ribbon tied in the middle of it.

"Oh is that from the Vicomte?" I did not want to cause suspicion so I said

"Yes." I quickly sat the rose aside and continued to unpack the rest of my belongings. I took out the Masquerade ball gown and put it in the trunk at the end of my bed. I was very proud of my only gown that Madame Giry had helped me to buy. I continued to take out the rest of my dresses, undergarments, shoes, and ribbons. I neatly put them in the drawers, the closet, and the trunk. I put the rose at the bottom of the trunk I could not bring myself to throw it away. Susanne gave me a strange look, but that was all. Once we were done I walked out of my room and down the stairs, you were talking to one of the butlers.

"Christine this is Raymond. Raymond this my fiancée Mademoiselle Christine Daae."

"Ma Cherie, it is a pleasure to meet you." He kissed my hand and I giggled

"Oh the pleasure is all mine." I said smiling.

"Christine darling come let me show you around the estate." You offered me your arm, and took it.

You showed me the house then took me outside. The stable was gorgeous, and so were the horses. We walked around the garden, then retreated to the parlor. You and I sat on the couch watching the flames of the fire. The flames looked like dancers, twirling and jumping to only music they could hear. You pulled me closer to you and kissed my head. I grabbed your hand and laid my head on your chest. We both quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.

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