The next morning Sarah awoke and walked to her dresser. She put on her veil, pinning it in place, then opened the door to walk around the Opera House. As she turned to shut the door, she noticed a note tacked on it quite securely. Unpinning it, she found a dress pattern.
After looking over it, she determined it was a wedding dress. Why on earth would a ghost need a wedding dress? Sarah wondered, fondling the creased paper gently. Nevertheless, seeing as she had nothing to do, she decided to embark on the further, the Phantom informed Sarah that there was plenty of cotton, tulle and lace in the attic to complete the project.
"…and if there is anything else you require, please do leave me a note. O.G." Sarah finished reading to herself. Hitching up her skirt and retying her apron, she decided to get to work. Retrieving the large roll of lace made for quite a journey. Sarah was not small, actually rather tall for her age, but the roll was rather awkward and she almost fell down the stairs.
Finally, on the fourth of seven staircases, (a number which Sarah was now definitely doubting to be lucky) she removed her shoes and made the rest of the way barefoot. Upon reaching the bottom, she returned for her shoes. However, as she made the return trip, she found the roll of lace missing. After several minutes of panicked frenzy, Sarah located the roll again in her room.
A few hours later, deep into the night, Sarah was sewing away. She was tired, of course, but she could see how beautiful this dress was going to turn out, and she wanted to finish it… yawning, her needle fell from her fingers and the dress slid to the floor.
When the Phantom emerged from Sarah's mirror, (a swap from the one in Miss Daae's dressing room as Sarah was hunting for tulle) he found the young seamstress fast asleep on the desk. Her veil still hid her face, and he began to think.
What if this wasn't the same Seamstress he had sent notes to? Perhaps one of the other younger ones had been cured of her hysterics and frenzy for romance… if only he could see her face! But perhaps she was homely and self conscious about her appearance. Perhaps some new religion, a custom… dwelling on how the removal of his mask nearly upset the friendship between Christine and himself, he walked back through the mirror, first picking up the dress and placing it back on the desk.
Author's Note Ahahaha you were probably on the edge of your seat, imagining Erik removing the veil… but nope! *grins* Can we all nominate Savannah White for sainthood? Good, good? It's unanimous then… I always love new readers, so review, follow, favorite, message me with any ideas (particularly names) and send me LOTS of Oreos!