A/N: Story's just about over- sort of. I'm planning on turning this into a trilogy-ish thing… yes, folks, there will be a sequel!

For my Mon Ange, Mon Fantome readers, I am really sorry for not updating as much as you'd like me to! I have writer's block with that story, and this story is just sort of coming to me randomly.

And a response to Captain Phantom Glass's review; well, this isn't the most Christian couple in the world, don't you think?

So keep reading and reviewing, people!

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I visited Kelly, Alexis, and Marisa at their estate a couple days after my engagement. It was still hard to believe that I was engaged- I was fifteen, for crying out loud! But in love… deeply in love. Insert dramatic sigh here.

The six of us talked for nearly hours at a time. Apparantly Cadence and Madeline were spending the week there, so it was a bit of a reunion for us all.

"Anything new going on with you and the Phantom?" Madeline asked, genuinely curious.

I'd been trying to stay away from that subject. Thanks a lot, Madeline.

"Well," I began slowly. "I guess you'll find out soon enough… when you get the invitations… but…"

"What?" they seemed to ask at the same time.

"I'm… engaged. To Erik."

Silence. Awkward silence.

"Paige! Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you!" A thousand congratulations were shouted at the same time. The engagement ring on my finger seemed to weigh a million tons as the admired it.

"Wait, Erik? Is that the Phantom?" Cadence asked.

"Yep," I answered. "Wedding's in two months."

"Only two?" Kelly asked.

"Well, that's my fault," I explained. "I insisted on a shorter engagement… just in case I magically disappear through that window and reappear at the sleepover."

The others nodded. "That'd be terrible," Madeline agreed.

"I just hope that doesn't happen," I muttered. "Hey, I'd better go."

"Why now?" Alexis asked, knowing my answer.

"Don't want to lose any time with Erik."

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Erik's POV:

Life was utterly perfect.

Paige said yes- she actually said yes!- and was to marry me in two months, I could finally keep under control while around her, at least, after some practice, I guess, and the owners of the opera had complied to my requests about Box 5 and my paycheck, but my paycheck was fife thousand francs instead of twenty thousand.

Still, life was wonderful. At the moment, Paige was visiting her friends, Madam Laufle and Madam Webber, I believe, at their estate. I was composing yet another song for Don Juan Triumphant, and I had lunch, when Paige would return, to look forward to.

Paige came earlier than that. As soon as I'd written the first couple chords of the song, she was sitting beside me.

"You're back early," I noted.

"I know," she said, resting her head on my shoulder. "How's your song coming?"

"Pretty well," I said.

"Are you okay?" she asked, remembering my actions from the previous day.

"I'm perfectly fine," I assured her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She smiled.

"Good," she said. "Because I'm not going away this time."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, then don't," I suggested.

"Erik?" a voice called.

"Madame Giry?" I asked.

"Erik," said Madame Giry as she stepped out of the gondola. "I've been hearing rumors about your engagement from Meg. Is it true?"

She glanced at Paige. Paige held up her hand with the engagement ring on it as means of answer.

"Erik!" she said, surprised. "I'm so happy for you, for both of you."

"The wedding is in two months," I said.

"Only two?" Madame Giry asked.

"It was her idea," I said, pointing at Paige, who laughed.

"Well," Madame Giry said. "It seems we'll have to get to work on preparations. Yes, I'm helping, and there's nothing you can do about it," she added, seeing my dismayed look. I groaned, Paige laughed.

"We'd love some help, Madame Giry," Paige said, elbowing me.

Madame Giry smiled, leaving on the gondola. "Meg says hello, to both of you!" she shouted.

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Paige's POV:

"Do you think you can stand two months without…" I trailed off that night, lying in bed next to him.

He smiled at my concern. "I'll be fine," he assured me.

"If you say so…"

"Which I do."

"Okay," I said. "Because we could always shorten it to one month…"

"We could…" he agreed. "But we shouldn't."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well, this is already a short engagement, and people would think us quite strange if we took only one month to prepare the wedding."

I smiled. "Two months it is."