Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 28, 2013 21:59:20 GMT -5
Christine stood there silently for a moment, shivering slightly as La Carlotta left. This certainly wasn’t the sort of thing she’d expected to happen at her bridal shower. In fact, it hadn’t really been much of a bridal shower at all, since it had been cut so terribly short. The moment that her rival was out of sight, a tear escaped her blue eyes, but she quickly wiped it away before turning to her dear Mamma Valerius.
“Come along, Mamma. We should get you dried off before you catch cold…” She forced a smile onto her face as she looked upon the other woman, and then went to push the electric chair as best as she could, as the thing wasn’t operating correctly from the water. The girl needed time to recover. Between the stress of the wedding, of trying to keep it secret from Érik, and now this, what she really needed was some time to breathe...
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