Christine's Sister

Chapter One

Rosalie sighed, walking through the halls of the Opera Populaire, she untied her apron from helping the others in the kitchen all day, and went to her room. Her room may not have been as nice as Christine's, who's was decorated with pink and a queen-sized bed and dressing table, she also had a large mirror alike her sisters though. Her bed  was a twin, but she didn't mind, she had her own water closet (bathroom) and a small closet to set her things.

Grateful, for the astonishing room, but only knowing that she was giving the room because her dear sister Christine had request her sister to have a nicer room, other than sharing a room with the stagehands.

After Rosalie had taken a long bath, and let her long dark almost raven hair air dry into its smooth waves, she slipped on her night gown. It was light blue and had long sleeves that got wider at her wrist, while the dress went to her ankles. Though she did manage to put her corset back on. Most women had found it uncomfortable and hated it- while being small, smaller than her sister in fact, Rosalie did not mind them.

Quietly slipping out of her room, Rosalie decided to venture the halls once more. She liked the way no one was up, no more noise, no more bright light candles everywhere, just the darkness, engulfing her and setting her at peace.

That is until a hand snatched at her pale grace and drug her into a room.

Falling to her side, she had felt strange eyes on her, as a candle was light. Looking up, she noticed she was in a man's room, and her dark almost black orbs met the sinister ones of none other than Raoul de Chagny. Her childhood bully.

She knew this would turn out bad..