A/N- Hey everyone I know it might be a little late but I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year, and I hope everyone had a great holiday. Anyway sorry about the lack of updates too, but I have been really busy, espically with the holidays and stuff like that, but know that it's over I will be able to update more often, and I am going to seriously try to update sooner. Enought talk about that on with the story...here it is Chapter six, the date finally.

Special thanks to my beta, Hrt17! You're a great friend, thanks for all that you help me with.

Please R&R!!!

Chapter 6

A Night At The Opera

Christine was, in one word, breathtaking. She no doubt looked like one of God's angel's sent from heaven. This was their first date alone together and Erik hoped, that tonight was a night that neither one would forget. "She looks absoultely radiant ," Erik thought to himself. When they started to walk towards the front doors, Erik could not help but lovingly look at Christine. She looked like a Grecian Goddess, with her brown chocolate curls hanging loose around her shoulders and the way her blue dress brought out the color in her dark blue eyes.

The limo waited paitently outside for them to be driven to their destination that evening.

Erik, being the gentleman that he is, escorted her to the limo's door and graciously opened it for her.

"My lady," he said with a genuine smile and a gesture of his hand.

"Thank you kind sir" she responded with a small giggle.

Christine took Erik's offered hand and was helped into the shiny, black car.

When they were finally inside the limo, Erik slowly scooted closer to Christine and placed his strong arm around her slender shoulders. Being next him, she got a wiff of his cologne and her mind began to cloud. Christine looked up at Erik and caught a glimpse of his beautiful green eyes staring back at her. There was a moment of silence between them and Christine was the first to speak.

"Erik, where are we going for our date tonight?"

He was a little hesitant about telling her about where they were going, but decided it was time for her to know.

"We are going to see an Opera thats being performed at one of the royal theaters and then after that we will go have dinner afterwards."

Christine was touched by Erik's thoughtfulness of taking her to see an Opera tonight, for this was her first time seeing one.

"Are you excited about seeing an opera tonight, Christine?" he questioned nervously.

"Oh yes, I'm really excited. My first opera, I can't wait!" She said excitingly.

Not only was she going to see an Opera being performed live, but that she was going to see it with Erik.

There was silence once more and Christine spoke up again.

"Erik, may I ask you a question?" she asked while looking down at her hands in her lap.

"Yes, of course, you may ask me anything you like Christine" Erik looked at her wondering what it could be.

"Why did you pick me?" She asked staring back at him.

Erik began to laugh.

"Whats so funny?" Christine asked smiling.

"Nothing, it's just that I...I picked you because when we first met that night, I felt this great connection between us. Like we were meant to be here with each other.

Plus I think you are the sweetest, most stunning woman, I have ever met in my life." He admitted to her.

What Erik said brought a smile and a tear to her eye.

"Do you really mean that?" She asked a little chocked up.

"Yes, I would never lie to you" he answered while brushing away a stray tear with his thumb, "every single word I say is true."

Christine blushed and looked down. This man, this wonderful person that she just met, made her feel something that she had never felt before. It was a feeling of belonging and acceptance and Erik accepted her as her, as Christine. He was someone that really cared for her and she never wanted this feeling to go away.

Christine looked up at him again.

"I'm glad your here with me, Erik." She whispered

Christine reached up and took his face into her soft, warm hands and kissed him ever so gently on the cheek.

Erik smiled at her and took her hand in his and gently kissed the back of it.

For the rest of the ride they held hands and talked about anything and everything.

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When they finally arrived, the driver opened the door and helped the couple out. The air outside was nice and cool. Great weather to see an Opera. Erik thanked the driver and took up Christine's hand and escorted her inside the Opera House. With Christine by his side, Erik liked how perfectly well she fit by his side and the way he felt when she was close to him. "This feels right," he told himself.

They walked through the never ending crowd of people and found their seats, but these were no ordinary seats. They were given a private box with a teriffic view of the stage.

"Oh Erik! This is wonderful! I can't believe that we are sitting in a private box!" said Christine grinning from ear to ear.

Erik smiled and turned to her.

" And I can't believe that I have the privalage of sitting next to most beautiful woman in the world." He picked up her hand and gently kissed the inside of her palm.

Christine smiled and blushed at his sweet words.

The show was about to start and they decided to take their seats. Erik again placed his arm around Christine's shoulders and held her close to him. She smiled when he did so. She enjoyed the fact that Erik wanted to be close to her.

The lights began to dim and the audience started to quiet down, the show was starting. As the show was about to begin, Christine leaned her head down on Erik's shoulder and placed her hand over his heart. She could feel his heartbeat quicken. He looked down to see her hand on his chest and smiled. They both really enjoyed being in each other's company.

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During the intermission, a man came around and asked if he could get them something to drink. Erik nodded and ordered two glasses of a very exspensive champaigne. The waiter poured two glasses and handed one to Erik and then one to Chistine.

Erik raised his glass to make a toast. "To us." He smiled

Christine raised her glass also. "To us." She smiled back.

Christine glanced at Erik and Erik glanced at her and there was no doubt in their mind that they were meant for one another

They sipped their champaigne and talked about what was going on in the show thus far.

After a while the lights dimmed again and the show started from where it left off. Erik glanced at Christine and saw at how mesmerized she was by the music and he was glad that she was enjoying herself.

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The show ended sometime later and the young couple returned to the awaiting limo and had the driver take them to a French restaurant down the road.

Erik escorted Christine inside the classy restaurant and meet the maitre' d, who showed them to a table for two. The restaurant was so romantic. There were candles everywhere and violin music could be heard in the background and beautiful art hung from the walls.

The matire' d pulled out Christine's chair for her and Erik sat across and were then given their menus.

The menu was written in French and Christine was having trouble reading the contents of what she would have that night

Without trying to look foolish and order something that wouldn't look too pleasing, she asked Erik for some help.

"Erik, would it be alright if you could order for me? My french's a little rusty." she asked, bitting her bottom lip nervously.

Erik smiled at her, she looked so cute when she bit her lip like she was now, "Of course, I think I know something that you will love."

She sighed in relief, "Thank you Erik."

He nodded his head, "Your welcome my dear."

While they waited for the the waiter to return to take their order, they talked a little bit more about the show.

"What was your favorite part of the show, Christine?" Erik asked as he took a sip of wine.

She had to think long and hard about what part of the show she liked best.

"Well, I loved everything, but I think the music was the most beautiful. It felt uplifting one minute and then sorrowful the next. My heart and my soul felt like souring into the heavens when the violin's began to play..." she started to trail off and Erik couldn't take his eye's off her.

The world around them seem to stand still and time didn't exsist. It was only Erik and Christine. Them together, here and now.

She was just finishing up on how the musical note's and the Opera singers voice's sound perfect together and how she wished she was as good as they were, when she noticed Erik staring at her.

"I'm sorry, I'm running my mouth off again," she looks down at her lap, "Its a bad habit I've had since I was little girl." She blushed embarrassed

Erik smiled thinking, "She's so cute when she blushes,"

He then takes her hand into his larger one and gives it a gentle squeeze, "No need to apologize Christine, I think we both have a great love for classical music."

The waiter returned and took their orders.

Erik ordered for the both of them the fille' mignon, with baby potatoes and steamed vegetables and with a salad to start them off with.

After they ordered they talked some more and held hands again. This night couldn't get anymore romantic for the young couple.

When their food arrived they ate and enjoyed each others company.

Everything had gone wonderful and so far the only thing that kept going through Erik's mind was when they had to say goodnight. He wanted to kiss her, but he wasn't sure what she would think. He finally decided that he was gonig to take the chance once they got back to the house.