Seal My Fate•Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction

Chapter 13: Masquerade

Hello again! How was your week?

Unfortunately still I don't think I have the rights to PotO but I'm working on it.

Not really I don't have that kind of money but you bet that's what I'd do with it if I did.

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The New Year came faster than I expected. With no voice lessons or strange conversations with the voice in my walls to keep me busy, time seemed to flow at the speed of light. Which actually makes sense, because it does.

I attended with Mme Giry, Meg, and Raoul. The latter two were more with each other than with us, which was an interesting sight. This was good, I reminded myself for the hundredth time, it wasn't the plot, but it was good.

Three months, the people sang, of relief, of delight.

I didn't feel the same. I missed him. Granted, I hadn't completely shaken of the feeling of betrayal I'd felt three months ago, but it worked wonders to remind myself that I'd known all along that it would happen. I never thought he was perfect. I never thought he was good, for that matter, only human—capable of good.

"Christine," Meg giggled, pulling me away from the crowd, "look!" She took a newspaper from one of the counters.

OPERA POPULAIRE HAS A NEW MYSTERY TO SOLVE

As the excitement of the long-rumored Phantom of the Opera begins to fade, the Opera Populaire seems to have a new mystery on its hands: the young soprano Christine Daaé. After her debut as Elissa in the opera house's production of Chalumeau's Hannibal, the public can't get enough of her.

It seems La Carlotta may have met her match. Thousands of die-hard fans of hers are now obsessed with Mlle Daaé, and the Opera Populaire can't seem to decide who their star should be. With the beauty and grace to match her angelic voice, she has shocked audiences from around Europe and left us with yet another mystery: who is her tutor? Unlike the stars we're accustomed to, Mlle Daaé doesn't boast about her training. She seems to keep his name hidden in her heart instead, out of public view.

What's more, this singer seems...

"Isn't it wonderful?"

"It is!" I laughed, giving her the response she wanted. Meg seemed very excited about my newfound fame. She didn't see anything that could go wrong with this. I sure did.

"Christine!" I'd failed to keep my mask in front of my face, and, consequentially, was immediately recognized by someone vaguely familiar. "Um, Mlle Daaé," she corrected herself. I was pretty sure she was another chorus girl—though, unlike me, she had her mask on. She had long dark hair like mine, but hers wasn't nearly as curly, and was pinned to her head like a proper lady.

"That's me," I laughed.

"I just... I wanted to tell you how amazing your voice is," she said nervously.

"Thank you!"

"And I wanted to ask you... something," she added, trailing off at the end of her sentence. "It's just... you're really mysterious and I feel like if anyone could answer my questions it would be you."

"What is it?" I asked her. I recognized her now: Eve Laurent.

"I..." she paused, carefully forming her sentences before speaking them aloud, "the incident. What... what do you think caused it?"