The next couple of weeks, the family got used to having the siamese cat disappear and reappear. Gustave entered the kitchen with Ayesha following close behind. Her tail stuck up high in the air and she looked up at Erik. "Good morning Gustave. However was your sleep?" His mother asked. Gustave sat down at the table while Ayesha purred against Erik's leg. "Wow, Ayesha sure likes you honey." Christine said. Erik chuckled and picked up a newspaper.
He picked up a cup of coffee and drank it down. Christine sat down and ate her breakfast. When she looked up at her husband, he was surprised. "Is something wrong Erik?" She asked. "It says here that a man named Raoul De Changy is coming to live in France. He is a rich man and is famous." Erik said. "Really? Where does it say he's from?" Christine asked. "It says he comes from Europe." Erik said. Christine looked at her son. "Maybe we should say hello to him." Christine said. Erik took a sip of coffee and raised an eyebrow. "What could we possibly get for a rich man like him?" Erik asked. "Maybe some flowers." Christine said. Erik shrugged. "I don't see why not." He mumbled.
Later the couple headed out into town and picked out a bouquet of yellow roses. Then they started to head back home when suddenly they bumped into a man. "Oh monsieur! We're so sorry. Please forgive us." Christine got down onto the ground and picked up the now destroyed bouquet. Christine's eyes met his and there was silence for a moment. "I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. Raoul De Changy." The man bowed.
"Christine Daae and this is my husband Erik Destler." Christine introduced them both to the handsome rich man. Christine shoved the bouquet of yellow roses into Raoul's face and he took it. "Why thank you madame Daae. I always like meeting new people like you." He said. "Well we like meeting new people not native to Paris." Christine said. "Really? You believe all the stuff that the press say? I was born in France and my father moved us to Europe. I am of Persian blood." Raoul said. "Interesting." Erik said. "Well I hope you have a nice day good monsieur." He said. Erik and his wife soon walked home together.
To be continued....
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Fanfiction'Music is the emotional life of most people' -Leonardo Cohen ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erik and Christine are a married couple just trying to make a decent life for their son Gustave. But not everything is perfect. (Modren Day phanfic)
