Trembling, Sarah stood on the spot as the Phantom held out the roll. She took it slowly. The man's face, (or at least what she could see of it) held hardly any emotion, but his eyes had a small gleam of amusement.

"I…I know who you are." She said at last. "And… I know what you're going to do."

"Is that so?"

"Yes… you're going to kill me, aren't you- scare away future buyers with my corpse?" Sarah's voice trembled almost as much as her form.

"No." The Phantom replied. "I need you to sew something for me. I shall return."

Then, just like that, the Phantom was gone, leaving Sarah and her basket.

Sarah walked back to her room, too shocked and scared to run. Picking up the notes again, she read the second one.

"Dear Young Seamstress

Miss Daae will be requiring a dress for the Masquerade. Attached you will find plans. I ask you not to inform anyone of where the order came from, as they will think you mad, or perhaps even my accomplice.

My Regards,

OG"

Sitting quietly, she remembered back to Miss Daae.

((FLASHBACK))

It was during a rather busy recital, or rather the break thereof, when Sarah approached Madame Giry quite timidly and asked if she may be allowed to see Christine Daae.

Madame Giry gave Sarah a stare that would frighten any Ballet girl. "Might I ask why?"

"I cannot say." Sarah replied, remembering the threat the note had stated.

Madam Giry seemed to deem this appropriate. Sarah would only later learn that Madame Giry had in fact been told of the entire plot for Christine's dress, should the young Costume Mistress prove unworthy of a secret.

"Miss Daae?" Sarah called softly, walking over to where Christine sat, staring off into space.

"Madame?" Christine asked, and Sarah blushed as she realized she had surprised her. "Oh, hello, Sarah!"

Sarah curtseyed low, a skill she had newly acquired. "I have a gift for you, I made it myself…"

Christine's face lit up, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, really?"

Sarah retrieved the dress. It was beautiful, to say the least. The dress was a light pink with gold edging. A light cape stretched across the back, and feathers gave it the appearance of a beautiful, delicate bird.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Christine gasped, almost afraid to touch it.

Sarah blushed again. "I was hoping you would wear it to the Masquerade…"

"Oh, I will, Sarah. Thank you."

Author's Note:

All riiiiiiiight here is chapter seven... Why not have Christine's dress made by Sarah?

I thought it was a great idea. Any way, yesterday at Drama Club was our first full dress rehearsal, and I got SO hot... I was wearing an undershirt, a peasant blouse, a vest AND a cape in the bidder's scene... GAH

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