Jammes - I'm sorry that my hand writing is so microscopic. I also think its funny that no one has reviewed this. who are we posting this for? Erik? Yeah...Your right. But, don't worry about Tay, I loved your Memoir. Your my everything, I love you and I'm getting you the CD soon.
The two young people looked at each other. Henrik looked at this poised young woman in awe. Her beauty obsessed him. The way the candle light played across her skin she seemed to glow. Madeline kept her head bowed like a proper noble woman would. The life of a lady in French society was a masquerade, but her mask was none too gentle on her face.
"How do you do M. Dubois?" She said lightly.
"How do you do Mme. De Changy? I am very happy that you granted my wishes. I hope you do not think that I am forward, but I have taken the liberty to plan our wedding for the end of this month.
"No," she said lightly. "Sometimes it is of the greatest necessity to do what your feel is best even if it is brazen."
"Sleep well tonight, Lady De Changy," Madeline's maid said excitedly. "Tomorrow is your wedding." Madeline gazed at her pale reflection in the mirror.
"My wedding," she echoed dimly. The more she got to know of Henrik the more arrogant and unintelligent he seemed. Was this the man she was to spend the rest of her life with?
"Marian," she asked. "Please, leave me." The young woman nodded and quitted her lady's chamber. Madeline continued to stare at her reflection even when her father entered the room.
"Madeline? I have to talk to you." Slowly he turned to look at him as Raoul sat beside her. "You mother planned to give this to you on your wedding day, but I thought you would rather have it now. Good-night, Maddy, I love you," he whispered and laid a kiss on her forehead. Madeline looked at the parcel in her hands.
With trembling fingers she opened the parcel. A gold chain fell onto her lap, glinting in the in light. A small cross clung to the chain. To ease her curiosity, Maddy looked over the charm, her eyes reading the inscription.
'Remember your Angel'. Maddy felt her heart fall. Through her emotion she opened the rest of her parcel, finding an old notebook. The pages were dull and wrinkled some even stained with tears. It was her mother's notebook. Sadly she read through the memoirs of her mother and it intrigued her.
Who was this angel; who was this Erik? It was late in the evening when she finished the notebook but Maddy's was set. She would go and find this angel, this phantom. Placing some of her precious things into a bag she slipped out of her window into the night. She would find this man her mother spoke of.