The next day, Christine woke up to find a pretty daisy on the table in their room. It was tied with a black ribbon, which seemed out of place for the light, airy flower, but she enjoyed it anyway.
She picked it up and rolled it between her fingers, finding a small ripped off piece of parchment attached to the ribbon. It said, "To Christine Daae. From your Angel of Music". The writing was so elegant, Christine kept the small tag in her petticoat pocket and kept it there for as long as she could remember.
The little girl filled a cup with water from the wash bowl and put the daisy in it. She was just delighted that her Angel visited her so often, and that he actually came.
Madame Giry came in again to tell them of their day ahead.
"Madame Giry, look at the daisy my Angel gave me. He gave me this little note, too", Christine hugged her, showing her the presents.
The older woman took one look at the daisy, and noticed the black ribbon. She paled, but when she read the note, she paled even more, and almost started to feel faint.
"Mother are you alright?" Meg rushed up to her mother and put her hand on her arm.
"Yes, I'm alright", she said sighing. Why did he have to get involved with Christine? she thought as Meg led her to a chair.
"So, girls. This morning will be spent making your beds and doing things all little girls should be doing, such as playing. But around noon, we'll begin our lessons. After that, you'll begin to rehearse for the children parts of the play that is coming up", Madame Giry said, regaining her confidence and self esteem back.
Meg groaned, Because I cannot send you to a school, I'll be giving you the same lessons you would learn if you did go to school-just at the opera house. And the play has a few parts with children involved, and because you and Meg are the only children in the opera house, the parts are automatically yours", Madame Giry explained.
Meg and Christine ate breakfast in their rooms like everybody else did (dinner was eaten at a big hall with the whole entire opera staff. Christine and Meg thought it quite grand). Afterwards, the two girls made their beds and tidied up their rooms.
Christine smiled at her daisy perched on the table. "That's a wonderful daisy, Christine. Your Angel gave it to you, didn't he? It makes the room much prettier", Meg said, sitting next to Christine on her bed.
"Yes, it was my Angel. He's so pretty Meg. I wish you could meet him, but I don't think he would want you to", Christine said thoughtfully. She really did want to show her Angel to Meg, but he had said that he was just for her.
"That's alright. He's your special Angel that your father sent, so he's just for you", Meg explained with serious eyes.
"I'm going to go to the chapel to light a candle for my father", Christine said, standing up and beginning to brush her hair.
"Would you like me to go with you?" Meg said, also arising.
"No, it's alright. I know my way now". Christine tied her hair back with a pink bow that matched her simple but pretty dress.
Meg waved goodbye to Christine as she walked out. She didn't expect to see her Angel now, because he seemed to only come during the nighttime.
She lit a candle for her father and said a prayer. As it continued to burn, she heard the swish of fabric and looked up to see her Angel.
She could see him much clearer now, and saw that he wasn't as old as she had thought. He had slicked back black hair, and a hard face, and a sturdy body. He was dressed all in black expect for a white shirt under his coat. He had a cape that Christine admired. To her, he seemed about a young man, maybe around twenty years old. But that didn't matter, because he was her Angel just the same.
"I didn't think you would come during the day". Christine looked at him with such fondness. He thought that she was such a beautiful child.
"I just wanted to see you, Christine", he said. She ran up to him and hugged him. He was taken by surprise and hesitantly hugged her back.
She let go and he pushed a curl out of her face, staring at her wide eyes that held so much admiration for him. He, the one who had grown up with the life that no one could ever dream to be so horrible.
He walked with her back to her room, and left her when they reached her door, for he didn't want to see Meg. Meg had been there longer than Christine, and she would surely realize who he really was.
Christine continued throughout the rest of her day, knowing that her Angel of Music was most likely watching her. Although he knew he had much more important things to attend to, he couldn't help but make sure she was alright and that he could see her as she performed her tasks.