"It's been three months, he never comes to see the show," Morgan lamented. "Even a word from him just one."
"You may get more than that." Madame Giry assured her daughter. "He has been composing again. Not this cheap vaudeville trash, something glorious."
"Really?" Morgan asked eagerly. "For me?"
"Continue to work hard, make yourself useful to him."
Meg listened to her mother and Morgan talk.
She felt dizzy. Christine had arrived yesterday with Raoul, who was now a drunkard, and her son Gustave.
Raoul had stormed off leaving Christine with her son. Gustave fell asleep and that's when Meg discovered the truth. She had been right all along. Something had happened between the Phantom and Christine. The night before Christine's wedding they had…Meg couldn't even bear the thought. She was too heartbroken, and yet…she was strangely happy. Christine loved the Phantom. He left her. I suppose I knew it all along. Meg said to herself.
"Excuse me, miss, would you mind?" Christine said. Interrupting Meg's thoughts. Meg turned around, but Christine had been talking to Morgan.
"Heaven help me, could it be? No, it couldn't possibly"
"Sorry, do I?"
"Yes, I think you do"
"Have we-"
"Go on, take a guess"
"Wait, it can't be, is it-"
"Yes"
"Oh, my God, I can't believe it's you"
"Look at you, Christine. Regal as a queen and beautiful"
"Meg, and you as well I could hardly tell it's you."
Because it's not. Meg thought. Phantom. Meg reminded herself. Have to talk to the Phantom.
Sorry for another short chapter. I'll post the next one tomorrow. Please R&R!
~Kate