
When she finished singing, Christine could not resist making a grand curtsy, though there was no audience to see her. When she straightened up, she glanced first at Madame Giry—whose stern face held the barest sketch of approval—and then at the skeptical Monsieur Richard.
He was smiling.
Now, as they prepared for the evening performance that was to celebrate the Opera House's two new managers, as well as its new patrons, Madame stood behind Christine and surveyed her in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
"You look beautiful, Christine," she told her, critically examining her from the fall of the gown to the pile of dark hair at the top of her head. Their eyes met above the three busy costumiers that poked and prodded at Christine's headdress, her shoes, her flounces. "He will be very pleased."
At the mention of him, Christine felt the air stir in her small dressing room. It became warm, suddenly, yet the tip of her nose cooled; the hair on her arms lifted. Her cheeks burned while the shift in the air felt like a caress over the back of her bare shoulders and neck. If only her angel would show himself to her… come to her in person, instead of just in that hypnotic, pulling, beautiful voice he used when tutoring her in her singing.
"It is my greatest hope that I shall do so." She was looking at the mirror directly in front of her, the item that dominated the small, narrow dressing room. The room he had insisted she use now that she was no longer in the chorus, according to Madame Giry.
"Come, now, you have done with the fussing!" Madame snapped at the frithering girls, who seemed to have noticed a change in the air and were casting about in fright. "Out!"
She shepherded everyone out and, with her hand on the door, turned to look at Christine. "He wishes a moment with you before you sing."
Christine was startled. Their lessons, where he taught her to master her untutored voice and to feel the music throughout her entire being, occurred in the chapel, where she prayed for her father and mother, and where he had first spoken to her, or in the conservatoire. But never had he communicated with her at any other time. Would he speak to her now?
