Hey guys, where is everyone? The site's been desolate for day.
Oh well, next chapter.
Midway through the English Channel
The young Vicomte de Changy slumped in his seat.
“Philippe,” said his mother, exasperated, “sit up straight!”
Philippe sighed and righted himself. He hated boat journeys.
He was born into the noble family of the de Chagnys, and his parents were constantly reminding him that he had to act like a noble as well.
Eventually, the young Vicomte drifted into sleep as his father walked up.
“I don’t know why he’s so tired Meg,” he said to his wife as he sat down next to her, “he’s been sitting there all day.”
“Doing nothing makes you sleepy as well, Raoul,” his wife reminded him, quickly pecking him on the cheek.
Raoul gazed at his wife. He never thought that after losing Christine he would ever fall in love again. But fate begged to differ. Meg was grieving the loss of her best friend and, as kindred spirits, the Vicomte and the dancer began to bond. The bond soon turned into a relationship and after a year and a half of courting, there was a new Vicomtess. On the death of Raoul’s parents, Raoul became the Comte and not long after, their son Philippe was born.
Now it was fifteen years later and the Chagnys were on a round-the-world voyage, England being their first stop.
When the de Chagnys arrived in England, they immediately went to Hertfordshire, which was said to be one of the most beautiful places in England. The arrived in a small town called Ware, where they had booked a room in a hotel.
Meanwhile, the Lerouxmorts were busy as well. As it was Easter, they had decided to do a concert of one of Aminta’s favourite pieces, Gregorio Allegri’s Miserere Mei. They were short on a soprano as the piece called for two, so Aminta managed to get her musically inclined best friend from childhood, Alice, to sing second.
They were practicing in the church when, just as Aminta was about to hit a spectacular note, some villagers burst in and said, “You’ll never believe it! Some French celebrities are here! In Ware of all places! Erik, Christine, you might know them.”
Erik’s visible face on the side that wasn’t covered by mask frowned, “Why is it that every time someone French turns up, they expect us to know them?”
Christine shrugged and they went out to see. Aminta and Alice started giggling,
"Your father is so funny," Alice laughed, "and I guess it dosn't help that everyone thinks the whole of France knew each other."
"Yeah," replied Aminta, but then she noticed that her best friend was staring at her brother again. She elbowed her sharply in the ribs.
"Stop gawking at my brother, will you?" Aminta hissed, her father's short temper becoming apparent in her.
"Sorry," shrugged Alice, rubbing her side, "it's not my fault he's so cute."
Aminta gave and exasperated sigh and followed her parents out of the church.
There was a crowd of photographers and ordinary people surrounding three moving figures. Christine, who detested crowding, pushed all the people aside and told them to give the new people room.
It was only when she saw the faces of the people when she shrieked and swooned. Erik came running up, and picked her up. She was shaking madly and when Erik asked her what was wrong, she simply said, “Look behind you.”
Erik turned and saw a face that he thought he would never see again.
“YOU!” he roared, “What are you doing here?”
Raoul bristled and said, “Visiting England with my wife and son.” The Comte de Chagny growled back.
Erik’s mood changed immediately, “Your wife?”
“Yes. Madame Megara de Chagny.”
Christine, who had been staring in disbelief, sprang to life.
“You married Meg?” she said, smiling but stunned all the same, “Well, I’m very happy for you!”
Erik murmured about getting dinner ready and slunk off. Christine rolled her eyes, but silently thanked him for not going into crazy, vengeful, opera ghost mode. She decided that there was no harm in talking to Raoul, and she hadn’t seen him for seventeen years so she felt entitled. They exchanged stories about their weddings, becoming parents and seeing their children grow up.
“I think you should meet my son, Philippe,” said Raoul, “And I think you should meet Henri and Aminta,” replied Christine.
They both called their children over. Philippe came striding nobly over to his father and kissed Christine’s hand.
“Pleasure to meet you Madame,” he said politely.
Christine commented on how charming he was, “just like his father.” She introduced Henri and Aminta.
When Philippe de Chagny saw Aminta Lerouxmort for the first time, he took a double take. She was his definition of beauty, with long, straight, fair hair, a beautiful expression and eyes that entranced him. He took her hand and brushed his lips against it.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Christine said, “Darling, I think we should get back to rehearsal, the concert is in a few day.”
She took her daughter by the hand and led her away, but not before Aminta could whisper to Philippe, “Come to the church on Sunday for the concert.”
She winked at him and walked off with her mother. He looked on, feeling dazed and as though an angel had spoken to him.