Must Be Fate's Design

Chapter 7 [part 1]

New York, 2017

Opera POV:

The moment I've met this man, and for every moment after, he's been going on and on about how he wants to see 'his Christine'. Yet here we are, a few feet away from her, and he's having cold feet.

"Erik," I sighed, "You've wanted nothing else."

He exhaled, "I know very well what I want."

I gestured for him to walk over to her, "Then go talk to her. You look hot, she'll definitely be interested in talking to you."

His brows furrowed, "'I look' what?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. Just go talk to her already!"

"An introduction." He said, "Introduce me to her."

I laughed, "Caroline doesn't like me very much, in fact, she hates me."

He sighed, "That can't be true. My Christine was a loving person, she got along with everyone."

"I think everything you think you know about these guys is flipped. Caroline is a total bitch, Christine is a loving bitch." He glared at me, "Stay with me on this," I held up a finger to stop him, "I'm awesome, Carlotta was a raging bitch. There's a pattern here."

He ignored everything I was saying, "I hardly care for what you're talking about. I'm concerned I have nothing to say to her. I hoped the moment we made eye contact she would remember. Similar to how we did in the alley." He looked at my arm, "When we touched we saw glimpses of the past. I wonder if it's possible for her to as well."

I shrugged, "Highly unlikely." He glared at me again, "Just saying my opinion."

"Keep it to yourself." He grumbled before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards Caroline.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

"I came all this way, I'm going to speak to Christine."

"Caroline." I muttered under my breath, "Her name is..."

We approached Caroline who was lounging against the wall of the table filled with donuts and coffee and water bottles. Little snacks that Harry would bring in for us on special days if he was feeling generous. Caroline wouldn't touch any of it though, her diet consisted of cabbage, water, and the tears of the girls who dream to be on Broadway.

"Caroline." I finished my sentence with a smile.

Caroline looked up from her phone that her freshly manicured nails were loudly and obnoxiously typing on, glaring at me, "Etta." She fake-smiled, "What can I...do...for...?" she stopped when her eyes spotted Erik.

He was simply looking at her. Anyone should have been terrified with a tall man looking down at them as if they were a fresh meal...but Caroline isn't like any girl. She immediately started to ogle him right back.

She suddenly twirled her hair in her hand, "Who's your friend?" she flashed him a bright smile, offering her hand, "I'm Caroline. Caroline Finch. I'm sure you've heard of me."

Erik exhaled, I watched his body tense, then he took her hand and shook it. I watched him visibly shake, making me worry for him. I looked between him and Caroline and it seems as if she didn't even sense his nervousness.

Erik was speechless. Oh, so now the guy that won't shut the fuck up can't speak?

I sighed, "This is Erik Destler." I spoke for him. I'm sure she wouldn't pick up on the name 'Erik' since it wasn't said in the musical. I doubt she read the books either, since Caroline only reads sheet music, the script...sometimes, her phone, and her contracts. "Erik loves girls who can sing. You can sing! Kind of..." I muttered that last part quietly, "Why don't you guys mingle about that." I patted his back and started walking away.