Christine lay in bed; her mind racing with all sorts of questions. The Angel had not answered when Christine had called for him in the chorus room after speaking with the Madame.
Worry set in that she had displeased the master. Even if Mrs. Giry knew of him, her guardian was still very private exclusive.
She stared up at the ceiling wondering if the Angel of music would ever visit her again until she fell finally fell asleep.
A whisper in her ear awoke her. Someone's breath was warm against the soft cartilage of her ear.
It whispered her name, "Christine".
She gasped simultaneously. Without looking there was a distinct scent of orange and rosemary. Loud footsteps distanced themselves from Christine.
She covered her head; terrified to look.
All the sudden the noises were gone and it was silent again. Christine slightly uncovered her head and peered over the thin bed sheet.
Nothing.
There was nothing in the room. Christine sat up looking around to be sure. Meg and Antoinette were fast asleep. She laid back down again. Maybe she was just imagining things. Maybe stress and worry were making her delusional. But why then, was there a man with a mask standing in the corner of the doorway, staring at her with a sad smile.
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The Forbidden Rose
Fanfiction"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦." ... /// Set in 1870's Paris...