"I don't know Christine, Sarah seems out of place here at the opera house. Please understand I support you being her friend and all but there is something out of place with her." Megs opinion of Sarah was not held to high but Christine had to disagree with her.
"Don't you see the reason she is distant is that she has no friends here in Paris. Maybe if you were a bit more cordial to her you would see what a wonderful person she is." Christine always the optimistic one, wanting more then anything for her new friend to find a place she felt excepted at."Just give her a chance Meg, for me." She coaxed Meg with her warm smile.
"Alright, but if she starts talking to herself again like she did the last time I will have to leave." Meg crossed her arms to show her disapproving of the situation. " Go ahead, invite her over here." She grunted.
" You will like her, you will see." She embraced Meg with a small hug and turned to see the place she had left Sarah at in clear view. The problem was she did not see Sarah. "Oh no. She must have moved. I better go find her." She left Meg with a look of frustration.
Where could she have gone, she had only left her for a few minutes. She had been looking over her shoulder periodically to check that Sarah had not moved. She must have missed it. The crowd in the foyer of the opera house was very large, she could have easily disappeared. She had to be somewhere close by. Christine pushed her way through the colorful crowd to the last spot she had seen her, when without warning or permission she was caught by her wrist. She turned to see who had the audacity to grab her when she screamed. There in front of her was the the man who had haunted her in her sleep an
' while she was awake.
Part of the crowd turned to stare at her as she struggled to free herself from this man. "Get away...Don't touch me." She shouted in her panic. She stared the phantom in his white half mask and full tuxedo. It was him she knew it from the way her heart pounded in her ears. He would not get away with this. There were to many people about. He let the pressure go off her wrist slightly. She knew how to make these people see that he was the opera ghost. " Why won't you just leave me alone." Christine reached out and grabbed the mask off of the Phantoms face, but there was a face.
Where was the horrifyingly disfigured features. It was him it had to be she remembered everything from that night all to well. But where was the hole in his face, the crevices of mangled scare tissue that were his being. This man had skin so fair and flawless that he could have been a model. Christine just stared at him, her jaw hanging open. "I... I.." She stammered.
The crowd looked on at her as if she had lost her mind, until a man came out of the crowd and offered her assistance. "Is everything thing alright madame." He looked between her and the tall dark haired gentleman for some reassurance of the situation.
"I..I..thought.." She could not find her words.
Then he spoke up. " I think what the lady means to say is she had a case of mistaken identity." He looked to her for approval of his explanation.
Christine turn to the man and gave a nod of agreement.
" Very well then." The man bowed and moved away. The crowd soon lost interest leaving Christine to stare freely at her mistake.
She looked down at the porcelain mask she held in her hand. It was his mask, the same mask he had worn, there was no mistaking identity. She looked up into his eyes with a look of perplexity.
"Mademoiselle." He bowed all the while holding her gaze to him. " Forgive me I had no intention of startling you. I am merely an admirer of your singing."