(Child's POV)
As is tradition, Mama, Papa, and I have a picnic in the attic on the anniversary of Daddy Daaé's death so that we can tell his stories. My favorite is the Angel of Music. After our picnic, I explore the relics of the attic. At last, I come across Papa's old trunk, and in it his old suits, I find a dark blue one that's about my size, I change into it and go to the park After climbing trees, I go for a walk and run into Police Commissioner Mifriod.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have a permit to be dressed like a boy!" Drat my long hair!
"No, why?"
"It's the law," says Mifriod, "What's your name?"
"Geniveve de Changy," I say because I'm not at the Opera anymore! It hurts to lie to him.
"That explains this," He rolls his eyes "I'm going to take you home, this time." he takes my hand and walks me home. Of course, Papa opens the door
"Genieve I was so worried where- I'm so sorry she is… imaginative. This won't happen again"
"I knew you are eccentric de Changy, but this… Mifriod walks away shaking his head.
By that time Mama has come to see what's going on. "Geniveve why would you leave without telling anyone?"
"I'm sorry Mama... Missour Mifriod impliedI could get a permit, How?"
"From a doctor, I asked our family Lawyer, Missouri Ozanne, because I feared this would happen," sighed Papa. "I'll go get the Doctor" Papa left
When the doctor came he asked, "Do you still find corsets uncomfortable?"
"Yes, it hurts my sides," I answer.
"How about the tutus at the Opera?' the doctor asks.
"They're too scratchy," I say
"Can you wear high-heeled shoes?" the Doctor asks.
"They pinch my toes, which hurts," I explain.
"How about feather boas?
"They itch," I explained.
"Well there does appear to be a medical reason, she's sensitive." proclaims the Doctor Papa sighed, this time with relief.
(Papa's POV)
I go to the police station with the Authorization Letter for Police Commissioner Mifriod.
"Why didn't you just tell her it was illegal? You didn't have to allude to there being a permit!"
"I saw the review in Le Matin, since you are eccentric, being that stunt you and your friend pilled at your trial, I figured your niece was as well."
"So you're saying this is my fault?" I rebuked.
"Yes," snapped Mifriod, "Now here's her permit, get out of my office!"
I gladly did so.
(Child's POV)
"Your Mama insisted I take you to the tailor's since I've worn a suit before," explained Papa. as we sat in the carriage.
I fidget in my seat in anticipation. When we get to the tailor shop, I run in. A rainbow of muted colors hits my eyes. The Tailor smiled at me, "Welcome, my little friend, Your Papa told me all about you"
He measured me carefully, measuring my chest, my waist, and the length of my leg. "Pick the colors you like," says the Tailor.
I pick dark blues and greens, and browns, and then dark reds and white for the shirt that goes under the jacket. As it will take time to sew the suits we, unfortunately, have to leave the shop.
"When will my suits be ready?" I ask Paoa.
"They will all be ready in a few months," answers Papa.
"I approved of you wearing pants," says My Governess, "Women should be allowed to wear what they want."
"Like Missour Bernard wanted ti to wear a dress as the Evil Fairy in Sleeping Beauty" I analogized.
The look of shock on my Governess's face says it all.
(Papa's POV)
"Mifriod still thinks I made the crimes Erik committed up," I tell Christine.
"Erik wore his mask in court," reminded my wife. "He couldn't tell who he was and wrongfully assumed he was a friend of ours"
"He thinks I made Genevieve act that way that's why he let her go," I voiced my contempt.
"I don't think that makes sense," comforted Christine, "I think God gave us a miracle"
"He certainly did," I agreed.
(Child's POV)
One day, the boxes from the Tailor Shop arrive! The servants carry the boxes up and put them to the side of the full-length mirror in my room. I pull the pants on first on the right leg then the left leg, pulling them up until the cuffs are just above my feet. Then after my maid takes off my dress and corset, I turn the shirt so I can see the inside, reaching my left arm to the hole that looks like it is on the right sling my arm back, turning my arm in a circle, to get the sleeve over my shoulder, and push my arm through the sleeve, doing the same thing with my right. I bring the buttons to the hole and push each one through the hole starting from the top. I put the jacket on doing the same thing with my arms as I did with the shirt. I don't know what to do with the tie and ask Papa for help.
"Make the color of your shirt stand up, then put the tie around it unevenly. Make an X then wrap the thick end of the tie around the thin end, then push through the loop around your neck to form a knot, then push the thick end of the tie down through the knot."
I look in the mirror and feel light, bouncy, and free!
"Do you know You are my Miricle, Dressed like that you look almost like…"
"My first Papa, Does that make you sad?" noticing the tears in his eyes.
"No, I feel complete again" Papa smiles "Are you comfortable?"
I would like short hair "A lot more comfortable than I felt in a long time," I say truthfully.