The phantom's daughter

chapter nine

"Madam Giry! Victoria smiled as she ran to her. She welcomed Victoria with a warm hug and a kind smile.

"Oh how i'v missed you child." She said soft spoken. "Now, let me get a look at you. I haven't seen you since Christine past." She smiled. Victoria couldn't remember most of her childhood before she started living in the opera house with her father, though she remembered how cruelly Raoul treated her, she didn't retain any memories of her mother. Maybe it was all the hits to the head.

"Who?" Victoria asked with a blank expression. Madam Giry only smiled and ignored the subject, as did Victoria. She stepped back letting Madam Giry get a good look at her, memorable silent tears welded in Madam's eyes.

"You look so much like you're mother." She gave a watery smile. she wiped her face, she looked around at the shattered pieces of porcelain scattered around the floor. "What happened in here?" Victoria looked down with a guilty look.

"Um... I guess you could say i have inherited Papa's temper." Madam Giry stroked her head of somewhat straight hair, for once.

"These things do happen, lets get this cleaned up." She said calmly, knelling picking up the broken porcelain. once they finished cleaning, Madam Giry helped Victoria into her dress along with a corset. She dipped an old piece of cloth into some water and used it to get Victoria's hair wet, once it was soaked it went into two braids and left like that for half an hour. Then they were released from the braids and formed in big spiral curls around her face. Victoria smiled childishly.

"Thank you Madam Giry." She smiled and with one last hug she left. Victoria ran for her room when she heard the familar sound of the gonadal bumping the shore of were they lived.

"Victoria?"