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Chapter 3

I sat on the edge of my bed holding the rose Erik had given me. 'Why would Madame Giry let him give this to me? She should have known this would trouble me and interfere with my life with Raoul.' Then I remembered that Erik was a sly tricky man and Madame Giry might not have known about the rose in the carrying bag.

As I these thoughts bounced around in my head, you peeked in through the open door and said:

"Christine darling, I--" Then you saw the rose with the black ribbon tied around it sitting in my lap. You happy-go-lucky smile faded in to a look of shock and worry. "Christine, Why do you have that?" You said in a shaky voice as you came and sat down on the bed, next to me.

"I found it in the bag that Madame Giry brought me." I said as I quickly tossed it into the near by trash can. "Don't worry it is in the past, now Raoul what did you want to ask me?" You looked as if you were in deep thought but as soon as you heard my voice, you turned your attention towards me.

"Oh right." you pulled something out of your pocket, but kept it hidden in your hand. "Well when my mother mentioned that you did not have a wedding ring, I quickly took the liberty of buying you a new one." You revealed a sapphire in the shape of a heart, trimmed with diamonds. I gasped, the ring was huge.

"Oh Raoul darling it must have cost a fortune!"

"You are worth every franc Love. I just want you to remember darling that, that rose will wilt very soon but this ring will last forever." I looked at you and smiled sweetly as you slipped the ring on my left ring finger. I rapped my arms around your neck and kissed the side of your cheek.

You pulled away and said:

"Wait I have another surprise for you." I smiled as you led me out of my room and up a set of stairs that led to the attic

"Raoul, why are you taking me up here?" I said as we reached the middle of the staircase.

"You'll see, my darling." We reached the attic and I quickly noticed a blanket on the floor covered with food.

"Oh Raoul, a picnic in the attic. Just like we did when we were children." I walked farther into the room and sat down on the edge of the blanket, you did the same.

The picnic reminded me so much of my father. He would always tell you and I stories, and play us little melodies so you and I could dance. I missed so much being a child, everything was so easy, I was so carefree. You however still have not changed from that happy-child-like state of mind, but that does not bother me at all. I love how you can make me laugh when I feel like crying. I often wish I had the same quality.

As we ate we talked about the time out by the house by the sea, and our wedding, which we decided to hold in the early spring time. I told you all my fantasies I had growing up about my "dream wedding". You smiled as I told you about all the silly little ideas my young imagination had composed, I did the same as you told me your goals in life. We rambled on like a couple of old friends for what seemed like hours until, I noticed night had fallen, and darkened the room a little. The only light was from a few candels we had set out.

"Raoul it is getting late."

"Ahh yes Love it tis. Would you like me to escort you to your room?" You said acting very proper

"Yes that would be lovely kind sir." I said playing along. You offered me your hand and I took it, then we walked down the stairs and down the hall. We made it to my room, and you brought my hand to your lips and said:

"Good Night Mademoiselle."

"Good Night." I responded as I went into my room