Christine was absolutely miserable. The ironic thing was the fact that it was her fiance making her miserable this time. It had started when he'd stabbed Erik and now he was just intensifying that feeling. She was stuck in a dress that felt far too uncomfortable and fancy on her. These were the types of dresses that her salary couldn't afford and thus it would take some getting used to. But that wouldn't be happening tonight.

She picked at her food while pretending to be interested in anything that Raoul had to say. She occasionally hummed and glanced at him with a forced smile, but her heart was no longer in it. It wasn't something that would matter to the general public, but it mattered to her. She could only hope that it would matter to the man sitting across from her as well.

Surely, he could understand why doing such a thing would damage her feelings towards him despite the deception from Erik. Though after the way he behaved when dragging her from the opera house, she wasn't as confident in her answer as she would've been once.

The slam of hands on the table caused her to jump and glance upwards once more. She couldn't even manage a smile. Her fiance looked enraged and embarassed all at once.

She zoned out again as he muttered something about going to pay. She felt guilty on some level, but she didn't even want to be here in the first place. So wasn't it really his own fault that the date didn't go as well as he hoped it would?

A hand wrapped around her upper arm, surprisingly tight. He pulled out out of the seat, trying to be gentle but the dull pain caused her to whimper anyway.

He ignored her and pulled her out to the carriage, waiting for the door to be opened. Once it was, he shoved her up and inside. She stumbled and found her footing before she could cause a bigger scene.

She sat down with her arms crossed over her midsection. Raoul sat down across from her, remaining oddly silent.

She didn't bother to try and break the silence, turning her gaze out the window rather than looking at him. The ride all the way back to the opera house was quiet honestly the most uncomfortable she had ever felt with him, not counting the restaurant of course.The fact that both of these times were in the same night didn't seem like it would bode too well for their future marriage.

Raoul was a bit more gentle when he helped her down and out of the carriage but before she could leave, he pulled her back. She looked at him wide-eyed as she collided with his chest. He simply leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against her lips. He pulled away somewhat slowly - as if savoring it.

"I love you, Lotte. You know that. I'm sorry that you're angry with me but you're going to have to grow up. Soon." He informed, caressing her cheek as if to soften the blow of his words.

She understood what he meant on some level. However, she also knew that he was talking about more than just tonight. He was expecting her to give up her career soon and she really didn't want to.

What bothered her the most was the fact that she'd never see her angel again. Even if he'd lied to her, he'd been there for her when no one else was. Meg and her mother could only do so much for her. If that wasn't slightly angelic she didn't know what was. She didn't voice any of this, though. She wouldn't dare.

"I know.." Christine whispered before wrenching away. She scurried inside and let the heavy door slam behind her. She wasn't sure what kind of mood her actions had left him in but she did know that there wasn't anything he could do about it right now. Not without causing a scene, something he dearly liked to avoid.

She quickly changed into her night gown, cursing when she realized that the dress was still at her fiance's home. Hopefully he'd bring it back under his own power and she wouldn't have to plead with him. That didn't seem to be working anymore anyway.

She collapsed down in the chair in front of her vanity. She needed comfort and there was only one man she wanted it from. Her lower lip wobbled as she hesitated before deciding to give in.

"Angel...?" She called softly, hoping he was near the mirror. She waited as patiently as she could manage despite the fact that nothing happened.

This was more heart wrenching than what had happened earlier. She couldn't bring herself to give up just yet as he'd always came when she called in the past, even when it took him a little bit. So with this in mind, she gathered what courage she had left.

"Angel...please." Her tone was broken and on the verge of tears. She hadn't done this on purpose, but that was how it had come out. She waited for the same amount of time. Unfortunately she received the same response. Absolutely nothing.

A choked sob ripped from her and she immediately lowered her head to her arms. Even he was tired of her. She had brought that on herself but it still hurt so bad to realize that.

She cried until her voice became hoarse and her eyelids heavy. Her sobs slowed and became quiet, sniffles the only thing that remained.

She missed the figure stepping out of the mirror and the way he removed his cloak, draping it over her slender shoulders. There was a brief look of regret before he disappeared again