Christine woke up alone. She sighed and got out of bed. As she suspected, Erik was playing the piano. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Good morning." She said, kissing his cheek.
"Good morning, love." Erik smiled. "I should probably take you back soon."
"I don't want to go back." Christine whined play
Erik laughed. "Everyone will wonder where you are?"
"Then I'll tell them. I was with my phantom-fiancée." She giggled.
"And then what will they say?" He teased.
"I don't care." She replied, giving him a quick kiss. Erik rose from the piano.
"I do have to take you back, though."
Christine groaned. Erik wrapped his arms around her waist. "The sooner you leave the sooner you can come back."
Christine darted out of Erik's embrace and jumped into the boat.
"Christine!" Meg cried. "Where were you?"
"Nowhere." Christine giggled.
"Oh," Meg smiled. "You were with him."
"Maybe." Christine said.
"Well, you missed rehearsal."
"Did?"
"Yes, we're performing Faust." Meg said, looking at the floor.
"Meg what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Meg…"
"Carlotta is going to be Marguerite, again!"
Christine groaned. "Does Erik know?"
"Yes, he sent a very nasty note to the managers."
"Oh Erik…"
"Come on, we don't want to be late for practice, well later." Meg tugged on Christine's arm, pulling her towards the ballet room.
"Raoul?" Philippe knocked on his little brother's door.
"Come in." Raoul barked from the other side. Philippe rolled his eyes and entered the room.
"Are you better now?"
Raoul was lying on his bed facing the ceiling.
"No! How could I be better! The love of my life is under a spell!"
"Raoul, we've been over this. She's not under a spell."
"Yes she is! Why else would she think she's engaged to the monster!"
"Maybe because she loves him." Philippe was growing agitated.
"Impossible!"
"Raoul that's it!" Philippe cried. "Move on! Christine doesn't love you! Let it go!"