The opera house was in a complete uproar over the reopening the upcoming week. The mangers were hurrying about, making sure everything was prefect.
"Ah, Madam Giry. Isn't it grand?" Monsieur Frimin said, as she hurried, heading toward the kitchen.
"What is, sir?" she replied, stopping abruptly.
"The vicomte and Mademoiselle Christine. They are returning for the grand reopening." He replied. She felt her heart drop.
"Why are they coming?" she asked quietly.
"He is the patron. It is his duty to be here." Monsieur Andre replied. She smiled weakly. She bowed slightly.
"I have to go. Many important things to do." She said, hurrying off the kitchen before they could stop her. How was she going to tell Erik about this? He already knew about the opening and he had agreed to attend, but in completely secrecy, of course. The kitchen was completely deserted. She looked through the cupboards for anything that she didn't have to cook. She finally found thing s to make a couple of sandwiches and a few apples. She bundles them up into a cloth and quickly, but quietly made her back down into the catacombs.
"Erik?" she called as she stepped in his lair. He didn't respond. She sat the bundle on top of the organ and walked over to the bed.
"Come now, Erik. Get up, you've been in bed for the last month and a half." She ordered, patting the lump in the bed that covered with the blanket. It grumbled something in Persian and hand came out and swatted at her. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"I thought we already went through this." she snapped.
