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Kaya

Chapter 4

The music of the night

After her bath, I leaded Corrine to the kitchen. I did my best not to pry into her intimacy, so I went to the pipe organ while she cleansed, somehow needing to write music. The soul maker really game me the Phantom's passion and now, my own personality was fading into his.

We had lunch together. She particularly liked the vegetable soup I prepared. It was her mother's recipe. Then we went back to the bedroom. I had left a dress for her on the swan bed, a Victorian one, with all she needed to look as a young woman of the time. I knew she would be please with it. I was quite happy when I saw her smile and she squealed with delight. But then, her features darkened when her eyes fell on the corset.

-I have no idea where to begin. She said taking the corset in her right hand and the chemise in the other.

-It is quite simple my dear. Pantalets and chemise first, along with the stockings. Then the corset and the petticoat. After that you will fashion your hair and finally put the dress on. Oh, I almost forgot the boots.

-Well, I guess you'll have to right this down, or I might forget a few pieces. She laughed

I let her changed. After a while, I heard her curse. My angel's ear did not appreciated and I strode back to the bedroom, finding her struggling with the corset's lace. I stood before her and made her turn. It was lacing and tugging at the corset, when I realised how improper it was of me. Next time, I shall find her another kind of corset with eye and hooks, so she could put it on herself.

When I was finish, I made a perfect bow with the lace and she turned to me, her cheeks flushed. Was it from embarrassment, of for the lack of oxygen? How could I tell? By reading her thoughts, you idiot angel.

When I tried to read her mind, I found myself facing a mental wall. I did not found it useful to made my way through it and I supposed that if she was in need of air, she would tell may a way or another. I chose to leave her, while she put the rest of her garment on.

The whole dressing process took almost two hours. When she appeared, I thought my soul was sucked back in heaven. She was...how does mortal says...ah yes; gorgeous. She had braid her hair with a pink silk ribbon on the bottom. The old-pink dress I provided her fitted her curves wonderfully. She was made for the Victorian style! I found myself smiling at her in awe.

-Does your blush means that it fits? She laughed shyly

Am I really blushing? Me blushing? That could not be. Any way, that did not matter. She was beautiful, that was counted. I retrieved my cloak and hers, along with my gloves and hers. Slowly walking toward her, I placed the heavy fabric on her small shoulders, clasping it around her neck, then I handed her her gloves.

-Thanks! She murmured as she slipped the gloves on her fingers

I put on mines and my own cloak and we were ready to go. She liked it when I told her that we had to use the gondola, that it was the best way out of the Lair. My little Corrine liked it when I placed some of what she knew about the Phantom in my actions.

The journey in the maze of the opera house wasn't uncomfortable. Corrine was impressed and in awe at the details surrounding us. When we arrived in the theatre, we went to box five. I could feel her tremble beside me. She was enjoying it.

Then, we made our way toward the roof. I wanted to show her the sunset from there. Stargazing had always be something she really liked but occasions had not be often in her life. Her parents would not let her go out at night, not even on the balcony. Of course she disobeyed more than once, but her parents never knew about it. Only me and the other divinities watching over her.

Once we were outside, Corrine gasped at the beauty painted before her. All Paris from the nineteenth century was there. It was cold and she fold her arms around herself. What I did next surprised us both, for I placed my arms around too. She laid her head on my chest and I place my chin on the top of in.

It was...different, from all I lived. I am an angel like the mortals would call. Why does it feel like this? Natural, warm...pleasant! No no no, I was only keeping her from chilling the life out of her. By the way, why was it so cold outside?