A/N: Whoa. I have noticed some major inconsistencies in this story. To clarify and to keep us all unconfused :P Madame Girys name is Antoinette, not Mariette. I had wanted to change things. But I forgot :P So she is Antoinette. Anyhoo this chapter has is a bit short but still review. You know how much it means to me! I will love you forever. I reread this story today and realized how many readers I've lost. That makes me so sad. There is indeed a twist in this story. Though some of you may have guessed what it was. Also, I did not reread this so there may be a few errors. Please point them out and I shall fix them. Enjoy.

thePhantom'sEvenstar: I did, I met Raoul. He was absolutely gorgeous and such a wonderful, kind person. I fell in love till I found out how old he was. It hurt. You and I must come up with a way to send each other our chapters so that we can start being betas for each other again. I am looking forward to the long awaited update of your fanfic.

DemonicSymphony: Yay! A new reader! Thank you dear.

"Christine! Christine…don't you dare walk away from me." Erik grasped Christine's arms and held her against his strong body.

"Christine I know that you want to invite the people from the opera house, but I cannot allow you to do so. Some things cannot be forgiven. Unfortunately my past as the opera ghost is one of those things. I would do anything to make you happy, but this would place both us in danger."

Christine sighed, but didn't say anything. She didn't feel like arguing. But she was still rather disappointed that she couldn't invite her friends to her wedding. The only people who mattered would be there of course.

But Christine had always imagined a large wedding with many guests wishing her and her husband well. Instead it would be a small wedding, with no announcement in the paper. No one would know of the happiness Christine had found with Erik.

No one would ever care, because to them he would always remain a murder; the Phantom of the Opera.

Christine knew that Erik was right. There was no point in arguing, as long as Erik was there at the altar Christine would be happy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.

"So where shall we go for our honeymoon?" She asked, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck between her fingers.

"Where would you like to go? The world is at your fingertips Christine. I can deny you nothing." Erik said, Christine was amazed at the way he spoke to her. The way he was able to convey so much emotion in so few words.

Christine thought about this. She had always wanted to go to Greece. But she wasn't sure if sunlight and breathtaking views of the ocean were what Erik would have in mind for a peaceful honeymoon. She knew that with Erik she would have to make many sacrifices, but it was only fair if he at least tried to be open minded about new things.

"What about Greece?" Christine asked, sitting down before the fireplace in the library. Erik groaned, she knew he wouldn't like the idea.

"Greece? Come now Christine. We could go anywhere. Why would you want to go somewhere so garish and…and bright?" He asked, looking at her.

"Because Erik, it will be beautiful and romantic. Besides, it will make me happy. I thought you could deny me nothing." She said, pouting. She would use his own words against him if she had to.

"You little minx. How dare you use those words against me!" Although his tone was harsh, Erik couldn't hide his smile nor the twinkle in his eyes.

"Please Erik. I've always longed to see Greece. If you want, we could split the honeymoon. Half in Greece, and the other half wherever you would like to go." Christine said, trying to persuade him to give in.

"I shall think about it." Erik said, leaving no more room for discussion. Christine rolled her eyes and decided to give up for now.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the library discussing where they would get married and who would be there witnesses and so forth. Christine decided to have Meg as her maid of honor and to have Madame Giry give her away,

Erik would have Nadir as his best man. Christine wanted to get married in Germany, which was the country her family was originally from. Erik didn't argue this. He knew that Christine wanted to feel connected to her father somehow on her wedding day. Getting married in Germany would help.

But little did Christine know that Erik had it arranged that they would be married at the same church that Christine had been baptized in. He knew it would mean the world to Christine. Sometimes he wondered if Christine's father would have approved of him.

He doubted it. After all the things he had done, he didn't even approve of himself. If he had a daughter, her would never have allowed her to be with a man such as himself. Sometimes he wondered what Christine saw in him. Sometimes he didn't care. The fact that he had her love was all that he could have ever wished for.

They had both agreed to get married the following November. Christine would be turning 19 the following March. She had turned 18 during their brief separation. Erik was rather nervous of the prospect of having a wife and what came along with it.

He knew that it was the man who looked forward to the wedding night, be he was absolutely dreading it. He would reveal his entire being to the only woman he would ever love.

It would be incredibly embarrassing. Not to mention the fact that he was positive he would be a horrible lover.

Whereas Erik was nervous about the whole scenario of the wedding night, Christine was rather excited about it. Although she couldn't deny a part of her did dread it for the same reasons as Erik.

But she knew that she loved this man and she would spend the rest of her life with him. She loved him, and the fact that he was a virgin made her feel extraordinarily special. No other woman had had him before, and Christine found that amazing. Erik was truly a living Adonis, and he was hers.

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Christine's birthday passed by swiftly and she found that it was the best birthday she ever had. She looked forward to the next year when she would celebrate it with her husband.

They had finally decided to spend their honeymoon in Greece and then go to Scotland for the remainder of the trip.

When she sat down with Meg one afternoon she saw that her friend was anxious about something.

"Meg, what is it?" Christine asked, reaching across the table to grasp her friend's hand. They had decided to sit outside that day and chat a bit while Erik composed some music.

"Christine. There is something I must tell you. But I am afraid of how it will effect you. You must promise not to be cross with me." Meg said, nervously biting her lip.

"Meg, whatever you have done cannot possibly be that bad. Please tell me." Christine was growing worried. She had never seen her friend like this before.

"Christine…I've met someone." Meg tried to hide the blush on her face, but only attempted in making her face glow more brightly.

"Goodness Meg! Why would I be upset! Who is he?" Christine asked, happy that Meg had found someone after all this time.

"Christine, it's Raoul."

A/N: le gasp Raoul! Whatever shall her reaction be? Cookies to those of you who saw this coming! though I did not really give any hints. Oh well. Please read and review!