Chapter 8: Stranger Than You Dreamt It

Christine awoke that morning in the warmth of Erik's cloak. A smile crossed her lips and she snuggled as close as she could get to it. Her rosewood-colored dress lay in a heap on the floor beside her bed.

"Someone looks happy this morning", Meg sang across the room.

Christine opened an eye and shot a glare at her and Meg giggled.

Christine turned her head to bury her smile in her pillow. But two hands laid themselves upon her back and she was suddenly rolled over. Meg jumped on top of her, shaking her by the shoulders.

"Something definitely happened last night! You must tell me! You must! Please?" Meg begged, putting her hands together as if in prayer.

Christine snatched her pillow from under her head and swung it across her friend's face. Meg ducked as soon as she saw it coming.

"You prying pandora! Don't you have someone else's love life to pry into?" Christine squealed at her.

"Not when it's my best friend's love life! Now scooch over and tell me what happened!"

Christine blew hair from her face. "You can't tell anyone about this Meg, even Élodie. You must promise me!"

Meg huffed an annoyed sigh. "Alright alright, now tell me! Who is this mystery man?"

"The mystery man is my tutor. The one who has been tutoring me for the last two and a half years".

Meg stared at her dreamily. "Christine, that's so romantic! Tell me, did you finally get to meet him in person?"

She nodded quickly. "I went to my father's grave last night, and the carriage abandoned me before I left the mausoleum because of the storm. I ended up walking a few streets from the cemetery before he showed up on a horse and brought me back to the opera house".

"That is incredibly romantic!" Meg pretended to swoon and fell backward on the bed. Christine rolled her eyes.

"So what happens now? Are you courting each other now?"

Christine quickly shook her head. "No. He is my tutor and I am his pupil. I cannot possibly do such a thing! Besides, I've only seen him once. That would be much too soon even if I considered the thought".

Meg tilted her head side to side before saying, "I understand that, but if he has been sending you red roses for that long, then it is obvious that he harbors some romantic feelings for you".

Christine blushed. "He makes me feel things I've never felt before. His voice inspires these foreign emotions that make me feel… heated. When he sat behind me on the horse last night, his touch was so firm, yet gentle".

God, she could not believe she was having this conversation with her! It felt almost embarrassing divulging the events from last night.

"Wait, he touched you?!" Meg shot up in alarm.

Christine shoved her hands forward in her direction. "It's not what it sounds like! His hand rested on my back so I wouldn't fall off the horse! It was freezing outside and I was numb to the bone". She drew his cloak tighter around her.

Noticing her shift on the bed, Meg pointed to the cloak. "Is that why you have his cloak again? You seemed quite disappointed the last few nights without it…. Are you sure you aren't in love? I surely would be with a chivalrous man such as your tutor!"

Blood rushed to her cheeks and she felt her entire face turn red. "I am definitely not in love with my tutor!"

"Denial. Complete and utter denial".

"It is not possible to fall in love with a man you've only met once!" Christine sputtered, backing into the corner where her headboard met the wall.

Meg picked at the trim on her dress. "You've technically met him nearly every day for the last two and a half years. It's not like your strangers, Christine", Meg exasperated.

"But I know little to nothing about him. He is a very secretive person, and I respect his privacy. I'm not one to pry", she eyed Meg with an accusatory glare.

Meg raised her hands in surrender. "All I'm saying is if you feel happily content with him in your daily life, just imagine what it would feel like for a lifetime. You deserve to be happy, Christine. Don't wait for him to seek you out, you must be the one to find him".

"But what if he doesn't believe I have those feelings for him? What if he doesn't believe I could harbor feelings for someone of his uniqueness?"

"Well if he has the audacity to send you a single red rose every week as a sign of his affection, and then he doesn't believe you share that same affection for him, then he is a blind fool".

"Grand jeté! Charlotte, you must place more emphasis and accentuation on your right leg in the leap! Christine, your rond de jambe must be higher in the front! Meg, your pirouettes are coming down too early!"

Madame Giry was on a rampage today. It seemed that she had awoken on the wrong side of the bed and was angered with everyone.

The other corps de ballet girls looked at her with petrified faces as she approached them, gesturing their flaws with her cane.

Beside her, Christine could hear Meg speaking to the other girls while eyeing her mother. No doubt they had noticed the drastic change of behavior.

Madame Giry rounded the stage again as Monsieur Reyer conducted the final song of act one. With a careful eye, she watched the ballerinas to spot them.

The music ended and the corps de ballet moved to the center stage. As the older woman approached, a man walked out from behind the curtains.

He had darker skin and wore a red fez with a black overcoat and a white buttoned shirt with black trousers. He had a thick mustache that crept from below his nose down the sides of his lips. Madame Giry's head snapped to the side as he entered her field of view.

"Ah Monsieur, what a surprise to see you here", she looked back to the ballerinas. "Take a few minutes ladies", she told them before walking over to the man.

Christine walked over to Meg, who had a single brow lifted as she watched the interaction between her mother and the man.

"Have you seen him before?" Christine asked in a hushed voice.

Meg shook her head. "No. I wonder if he is a patron? She often gives tours to the patrons who have made wealthy investments and donations to the opera house at the demand of Monsieur LeFevre".

"Perhaps".

Madame Giry's conversation with the man was short, and she walked back over to the corps de ballet, who resumed their positions as she walked back to her previous spot with the man.

"Ladies, this is Monsieur Nadir Khan. He has recently become a benefactor to the Palais Garnier and will be paying visits frequently during rehearsals". She gestured an arm out for the man to speak.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. It is an honor to donate to such an extravagant hall of the arts. I apologize for interrupting your rehearsals. Thank you for sparing me a few minutes of your time. Until next we meet". Monsieur Khan bowed before removing himself from the stage.

"Back to your formations ladies!"

Christine followed the other corps de ballet girls off the stage after rehearsals but was swiftly pulled to the side by Madame Giry, who stood beside Monsieur Khan.

"Christine, Monsieur Khan requests a private audience with you, if you may have a few minutes". Madame Giry spoke for the man.

She looked the man up and down warily. "May I ask what this pertains to?"

Monsieur Khan spoke up. "It is a private matter I'd like to discuss. If you would follow me, Miss Daaé", he gestured a hand to follow him. She looked to Madame Giry who simply nodded with a pat on her shoulder.

Monsieur Khan directed her to an empty office, furnished only with a desk, two chairs, and a lamp.

"You must be skeptical as to why I pulled you aside into this office, Miss Daaé. Rest assured you are in no trouble", he said as he took a seat behind the desk, turning on the lamp.

Christine sat in the armchair opposite him. "I'm sorry Monsieur, but I like to keep a routine, I have very early mornings before rehearsal so if we may wrap this up as soon as possible, I would be most grateful".

The older man chuckled. "Not to worry, I don't wish to keep you long. I wanted to give you my condolences about your father. I understand it is a bit late to say it, but I felt nonetheless obligated to tell you in person".

Christine nodded meekly. "Thank you, Monsieur".

"Please, call me Nadir. We will be seeing each other more often since I am a mutual acquaintance of Erik" he told her simply.

Christine stiffened in her seat, and suddenly the room felt claustrophobic. "I beg your pardon, Nadir, but I do not know an Erik", she lied through her teeth.

Was this a setup? She was under the strong impression her dark angel was not the type to socialize…

"Mademoiselle, I am well aware Erik has been tutoring you for the last two and a half years. You need not be afraid of me. I have known him for a long time," his voice lowered and he hunched over the desk, "and I am well aware he is also the Phantom of the Opera".

Christine's eyes widened, looking at him incredulously. She took several minutes to process the new information. "How do I know I can trust you?"

Nadir laughed. "I do not expect you to trust me after only one meeting, but if you need a reason to or require proof, simply ask Erik if I was the one who had him call to you upon entering the opera house".

Christine quickly shot out of her chair, which banged against the wall loudly. "I believe this conversation is over, monsieur. Good day". She darted out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her.

Nadir laughed, leaning back in his seat. "Just as spirited as he told me".

"Christine…Christine".

Upon hearing him call her, Christine's heart leaped with excitement in her chest. She would have her first lesson in his home.

Christine pulled her dress off the end rail of her bed and stepped into the bathroom. She wore a simple puffy white bodice with a navy blue bustle skirt, attached at the waist with a matching bow in the back. She draped his cloak over her shoulders and tied the laces in the front. She pulled her unruly, curly hair with a long black ribbon he had tied to the stem of a rose he left for her.

She slipped on her flats and departed from the room, careful not to wake her best friend.

Stepping into the hallway, Christine headed to the spiral staircase when he called to her again.

"Come to me angel of music…"

His voice echoed from down below and she followed it to the first floor.

"I am your angel of music…"

Christine shivered at the dulcet voice that beckoned to her. She turned left instead of right, taking her down the long hallway leading to the stage.

"Christine…"

She halted in her tracks as his voice rang out from Carlotta's dressing room. She reached her hand out to the doorknob, but it remained hovered above it.

"Is this the place, Erik? You want me to meet you in here?"

"Christine…"

Christine gulped, glancing both ways before turning the knob and entering the Prima Donna's dressing room.

"Erik, I shall feel quite disturbed if you reside in the shadows of Carlotta's dressing room", Christine tried to joke as she took a few steps into the room.

The room smelled of fresh flowers and perfume, and the strong scents overwhelmed her senses. "Erik!"

"I am here, my dear", he spoke as Carlotta's mirror slid open, revealing his looming figure holding a torch in one hand, the other extended to her.

Christine strode over to him and clasped his hand tightly, her thumb running over his knuckles. She could feel him shudder at the action, but he remained composed.

The flame of the torch illuminated his facial features. His hair perfectly smoothed back and the contrast white mask against his already pale skin. His hazel eyes glowed in the light and Christine once again found herself gazing into them.

Erik cleared his throat and tore his eyes from hers. "Come. Allow me to escort you to my residence". His tone was crisp and formal, and Christine could only nod in response.

Pulling a lever, the mirror closed shut behind them, and Christine looked behind her to see that she could see into the dressing room.

As if he could read her mind, he said "not to worry, my dear. I have no interest in watching that toad go about her business".

"It is evident that you are very familiar with these tunnels. Is it safe to assume that is how your alias travels around the opera house?" She questioned.

"Your assumption would be correct, my dear. Should I be expecting siege later on in the day? Perhaps a raid?" His tone was curt.

"I believe someone would have to believe a woman to take that kind of action", Christine told him. "Why would you think I would ever do such a thing?"

With careful steps, he guided her down a passageway staircase. Ornate arches loomed overhead and Christine was awestruck by the small details.

Christine's breath was abruptly stolen from her and her hand flew to his forearms to steady herself from the sudden movement when he quickly jerked her aside to him while walking down the center of the staircase.

"Are you alright?" He looked Christine over, watching her nod slowly as she eyed the floor behind them.

Erik stared at the square panel in the center of the staircase. "You must never come down here alone, else you face a fate worse than death. That right there is a trap, my dear. The Phantom of the Opera is a wanted man, and so precautions must be met to ensure his identity remains hidden".

Her body stiffened. "Traps?" She forced down a lump in her throat. "What do those traps entail?"

He continued to guide her along their path. "That one, in particular, would drop you into a pit of water and force you to drown with a dropping gate from overhead. Frightening, isn't it? But it is what must be done".

"Has anyone been trapped before…" Christine hesitated to ask the question, but she couldn't help the words slipping from her.

"You'd be relieved to know that no one has met such an unfortunate fate".

His response had her internally sighing in relief.

At the bottom of the staircase, she could make out a small, flickering light. As they neared closer, a body of water and a lantern attached to an end of a gondola appeared in the torchlight.

Erik hung the torch in a holder on the wall and walked over to the gondola, stepping into it with ease. He reached his hands out to her.

"Careful, my dear", he murmured as she took a step closer, placing her hands in his. She suddenly froze, her grip on his hands growing tighter as she mentally prepared herself to step into the boat.

His concerned eyes met her fearful ones. "Christine?"

The small hands that gripped his trembled, and Erik removed one hand to wrap it around her waist gently.

"Promise you won't let me fall into the water?" She whimpered in a whisper.

His grip on her grew tighter. "Never", he vowed.

Christine nodded before acquiescently raising a careful foot into the boat, which wavered under her as she put pressure on the floor. She quickly stepped in with her other foot, removing her hand from his and sitting at the end, wrapping her arms around herself.

She had grown up on a cliff in Calais overlooking the ocean, and it was the most beautiful sight she woke up to see every morning from outside her bedroom window. Her father taught her everything he knew about music, but there were some things he had not had the chance to teach her before he passed.

She could feel his eyes on her questioningly as she stared at the water outside the boat. "I cannot swim", she admitted shamefully.

Erik grabbed the oar that lay on the ground next to the boat and lifted it to slip it into the murky water. "I see. If it's any consolation, the lake is fairly shallow". He undid the rope that tied the boat to the ground, and they drifted into the waterway.

"Are you quite certain you are comfortable with this, my dear? We can still turn back and rehearse in the chapel…"

Christine only laughed in response. "My inability to swim will not stop me from seeing you, Mon Ange Noir. It will take more than that to deviate my mind from this path, but you are more than welcome to continue trying".

For a fraction of a second, Christine swore she saw Erik's lips turn upward into a grin.

It only took about ten minutes before the gondola turned into a dark corridor away from the illuminated tunnels, before twisting again and pitching them into darkness. The flicker of the candle at the front of the gondola proved to be the only light source.

The side of the gondola suddenly brushed roughly against a surface, and Christine jumped, clutching the sides in an attempt to steady herself.

There was a clatter and the gondola rocked as Erik moved closer to her. Christine had no time to react as strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and she was inexorably lifted from the boat onto the dock.

"Thank you", she mumbled.

She made out Erik's figure tying the gondola to the post on the dock and he once again locked his hand with hers, guiding her along.

Several more twists and turns later, they came upon an iron gate, for which he easily fished a key out of his pocket, slipping it into the lock and opening it. Erik urged Christine to walk in first as he locked the gate behind them.

Rounding a bend, Christine gasped in shock as she stared at the open space where a house had been carved into the cavern walls. Windows overlooked the body of water and the bridge needed to cross to the house, and the front door was only feet away from the edge of the bridge.

"Erik, this is your home? It's extraordinary! Did you build this all yourself?"

"I had some help from an old friend of mine. If you truly wish to know another fact about me, I quite enjoy creating sketches for different purposes. This was one of them I wished to make a reality", he told her sheepishly. He continued to hold her hand and began to walk her over the bridge when she stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Yesterday a man pulled me into an office, Monsieur Nadir Khan, I believe was his name. He told me he knows about you and that he was the reason why you are tutoring me. Is this true?" Christine remained frozen in her spot. She wasn't going anywhere without answers.

Erik ran a hand over his mask, sighing. "That would correct, my dear. Nadir is an old friend who helped me settle here. As for the tutoring, Madame Giry told him she was to fetch you from Calais due to unforeseen circumstances".

Christine removed her hand from his deftly, and a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "That does not explain how that led to this moment…"

"Nadir told me to reach out to you, telling me that I wasn't the only one suffering. I did it begrudgingly, but I wouldn't change a thing if I were able to go back. Otherwise this…" his eyes roamed across her figure slowly. "Would have never happened".

Christine took a step closer to him. "Did something happen to you?" Her hand touched his shoulder and his posture straightened, towering over her.

"No, my dear. It was my face. The cause of all my suffering has always been this face, and so it shall remain that way".

"Mon Ange Noir…" She reached towards him to caress the masked side of his face when he caught her wrist in a firm grip, shaking his head.

"One visit to my home is not nearly the same amount of trust it would be for this mask to part from my face, Christine".

She frowned deeply. "But I wasn't going to"

"I believe it is time for us to begin our lessons. Come", he interrupted her, her wrist still in his grasp as he led her across the bridge. Christine dared not to look down at the large body of water beneath them.

Shallow waters or not, the thought of falling in and accidentally drowning was terrifying.

She heaved a sigh of relief as she stepped off the bridge and leaned against the caverned house as Erik unlocked the front door.

He held a gloved hand out to the side, gesturing her inside. "After you, my dear".

Upon walking in, Christine was taken away by the ornate interior of the foyer. A small chandelier hung high above them. The floors were wooden and the walls painted ivory. A winding staircase led up two levels, the first level only having one set of double doors and the second level seemingly expanding into a hallway.

A red Persian rug lay before the threshold of multiple rooms and an armchair sat in the corner of the small room. Needless to say that for a house located in the catacombs of an opera house, Erik was a skilled architect.

Erik looked down to her wrist, which he still held and he quickly released her. "I apologize, did I grab you too tightly?"

Christine shook her head. "No, in fact, if I may admit I was nearly losing my mind crossing that long bridge. You truly have a habit of living on the edge, don't you?"

Erik smirked. "What is life without a sense of exhilaration? Tell me, Christine, have you never taken a leap of faith?"

"Well, I surely would consider taking music lessons from my Angel of Music, who turns out to also be the Phantom of the Opera to be an utterly thrilling experience".

There was silence between them, and then a boisterous laugh from Erik. Christine smiled in response.

His laughter was just as musical as his voice, and the sound was appealing to her senses. Christine found herself laughing with him.

"I couldn't agree more, my dear". Their laughter died down and he walked over to a coat closet, discarding his gloves and cloak. Smoothing his hands down his suit, he moved to stand behind her.

"May I?"

"You may", she nodded.

Warm fingers reached from behind her and pulled a string on the front of her cloak, undoing the bow she had made from it. He slowly dragged it back with him, his fingers brushing the skin of her neck, then through her curls before he backed away, hanging it in the closet.

Closing the door, he started to the threshold that was further away. "Come, Christine", he beckoned to her.

Christine followed him, where he rounded a corner to a single door on the left. He opened the door and she walked in ahead of him after gesturing to her.

It was almost like walking into Monsieur Reyer's orchestra pit. Instruments of every kind lined adorned the walls, and some were on stands. The first one to stand out to her was the grand piano in the back corner of the room, and then the violin case that rested against the side of it.

The room was fairly dark, but that was amended as Erik lit candles around them. The lighting revealed red wallpaper and a black tile floor. Paintings of all sorts hung on the walls beside the many instruments.

"I dearly hope this room is to your liking. This is where we shall be having your lessons from now on…" He started nervously.

Christine was quick to respond. "It's beautiful, Erik. I wouldn't dare change a thing. I don't think I've ever seen a room more worthy of such admiration".

Erik thinned his lips, folding his hands behind his back as she continued to look about the room. "There are much finer things in this room worth admiring, my dear", his velvet baritone voice commented.

She felt a blush creep up her cheeks and she turned her face away from him, lest he sees the clear expression on her face. "Can you show me some of them?" Her request sounded nearly coquettish.

She heard him shuffle past her over to the piano, where he neatly stacked his music sheets.

"Are those the sheets I gave you for Christmas?"

"They are indeed, Christine".

A smile formed on her lips as they walked over to see what had been written on them. She gently picked up the organized papers and read them aloud.

"Don Juan Triumphant. Is this what you had been composing over that month you were gone?" She asked him as she flipped through the music scores.

"It is. I feared I would not continue writing this opera. But I have been inspired to finish it to the end, and I plan to have it performed when it is complete", he ran his fingers along the ivory piano keys.

Christine looked at him incredulously. "Do you mean to say you are the one who finalizes our operas?"

Erik's eyes met hers and he nodded. "Nadir brings me the musical compositions of the opera and I have him deliver the scripts to the opera house".

"You truly are the Phantom of the Opera", she pointed as she continued flipping through the scores. One song, in particular, caught her eye. The lyrics to this song, the music… it was rather intimate and passionate. She gently opened the bound book to the page where the music began.

"This song is… well it certainly defies all bounds of propriety" She was at a loss for words. She felt as if she shouldn't be reading it, but she couldn't help but delve deeper into the meaning of the notes.

"A song about a man seducing a woman, of the entwinement of two bodies…" his voice taking a deeper, darker tone.

Christine looked up to his hazel eyes, whose gaze bored down deeply into hers with seemingly primal emotion. "The Point of no Return….. It is a very," Christine swallowed a lump that had slowly built in her throat, "erotic piece. Do they have names? The two who sings this?"

"Don Juan, the seducer, and Aminta, the innocent rose", he stood before her and flipped to the next page of the score. "Seemingly innocent. You see, my dear, Aminta in her own way, seduces Don Juan in a way that is inconspicuous to society, but not to Don Juan, the master of seduction".

The composition book ended on the last page of the song, and Christine almost frowned when she reached the conclusion. "How does it end?"

Her Dark Angel took a step closer to her, and Christine shut the composition book and placed it back on the piano neatly.

"That is yet to be discovered. I did not think you would be so interested in such a piece".

An embarrassed smile met her face. "I vaguely remember telling you that your music speaks to me in ways I cannot begin to explain…"

Erik cleared his throat. "You flatter me so, my dear. Perhaps I shall oblige you with a rendition of my masterpiece. Shall we begin?"

Several hours passed, and Christine walked to the opposite end of the room to drink the signature tea he had made halfway through their lesson.

Erik stood from the piano bench, folded his fingers together, and stretched his arms in front of him. "I believe we have concluded our lessons for the day. I will escort you back-"

"Wait!" Christine picked up the Don Juan composition, flipping to The Point of No Return. "I want you to sing this. Perhaps at our next lesson", she pointed a finger to the page. "If you wouldn't mind?"

Erik turned to face her as she sipped her tea. "That piece, in particular, Christine?", he warned her. His gaze fixed on hers with interest.

Christine placed the mug on a side table. "I hope you are not one to back down from a challenge because I certainly do not. If you had seen the way I snatched Carlotta's wrist before she could hit me-"

His face turned into one of horror. "That toad dared raise her hand to you? How long ago was this?" Suddenly he was walking over to her with concern and she shook her head dismissively.

His hands met her shoulders and he inspected her carefully, looking for signs of bruises or any marks.

"Years ago, it doesn't matter". Christine watched Erik's tensed shoulders drop, and his hands left her shoulders. One hand went to his hip and the other went to grab his chin and he paced around the room, seemingly in contemplation.

He looked over to her after a minute of silence. "You will tell me if she takes action against you", he demanded.

A small smile touched her features. "I can hold my own front, Erik. But we don't need a revisit of the Buquet incident".

"Need I remind you, my dear, you are not the only woman he has made an attempt on within my opera house?"

Christine's nose turned up in disgust. "I understand your reasoning behind it. And your opera house? I suppose 20,000 francs a month built up long enough, you could buy this place out from Monsieur LeFevre". Christine crossed her arms over her chest.

"I certainly would have considered it if it weren't for this", Erik raised a hand to his face casually.

Christine crossed the room and placed a gentle hand on his masked cheek. "This whole world is filled with horrible people. In my eyes, you are not one of them. You are so much more than that. I only wish you could see that for yourself…" the words died on her lips and she moved to sit on the piano bench.

The room went silent for several seconds until Erik cleared his throat, plucking his opera from the side of the piano and moving to sit next to her. He raised the stand for the music to rest on in front of them.

"Do you play?"

Christine shook her head. "No. But I hope one day I can learn".

"Then I shall teach you", came Erik's swift reply.

Her head twisted to face his. "Would you truly?"

Erik's eyes gleamed with delight. "If you so wish, I will teach you every instrument I know".

Christine leaned next to him and felt him stiffen, but she nevertheless placed her head upon his shoulder. "Thank you, Erik. You truly are one of the kindest people I've ever met".

Then there was a reassuring hand upon her knee. "Anything for you".

They sat like that until the clock chimed eight times from a nearby hallway.

Erik was the first to stand from the bench and Christine followed him out to the foyer. She reached a hand on the doorknob when his hand covered hers.

She turned to him with a look of confusion until he held up his cloak that she had been wearing.

She could feel her cheeks turn crimson as a small smile attempted to pull on his lips. "I believe you are forgetting this, my dear".

Christine shook her head. Of course, she would love to wear it but… "I appreciate the gesture but it is yours. I fear I am growing far too attached to it".

This time, a devilish grin made it to his face. "Then the answer is quite simple. You must keep it", he declared.

"I must decline your offer, Mon Ange Noir".

"I am not offering", he all but chastised her.

He was quick to step behind her and pull her hair away from the nape of her neck and reach around the front to tie the strings. Christine nearly jerked as his fingers brushed against the skin of her neck.

"You'll soon come to see, my dear, that I can be very persuasive", he whispered low in her ear, his hands brushing over her shoulders as they pulled away from her.

Christine spun around to face Erik, who was already on the other side of the room fastening the buttons on his waistcoat. This man had remarkable agility, a skill she supposed came from his alias.

He walked over to her and offered her his arm, but Christine instead took his hand and surprise flicked in his eyes, but he did not question it.

"Are you ready, Persephone?"

Christine looked up at his masked face with a smile. "I am, Lord Hades".

They laughed together softly, and her dark angel guided her out of the Underworld.

Hello, Lovelies!

Sorry for the late update. Spring break has just started so I am home for a little bit and catching up on many projects. On the bright side, I am seeing Phantom on Broadway tomorrow...front row center seats! I am absolutely thrilled and excited to go, and it is a dream come true for me! Anyways, please feel free to review! They make my day so much brighter!

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