Beauty is Blind, Ch. 2
The following night, Margot took the waif to the opera house to sit on the steps and hear the echoes of the singers performing their arias. Christine would be performing once again, this time in Paris for a month, as Elissa.
A carriage pulled up, and a man with dark blond hair stepped out. He wore distinguished attire, and around his neck was a white scarf.
"Stand up, love," Margot whispered sharply as he came up the steps toward them. She curtsied. "Viscount," she said.
"Hello, Madame," he replied. It was Raoul! "You aren't here to see the opera, are you?"
"We can't afford it, Monsieur," the waif piped up, "so we like to sit on the steps and see if we can hear anything."
"She's blind," Margot whispered. "The real reason we never go in because she can't see a thing." This in itself was a liethey really couldn't afford it, but Margot didn't dare make it seem like they were trying for the Viscount to take pity upon them.
Raoul hesitated before saying, "My wife spoke of a blind girl
Beauty is Blind, Chapter 1
It was 1902, and a crowd of opera fans waited outside the Opéra Populaire to greet the world-famous soprano, Christine Daaé. Christine had sung the role of Elissa in an Italian revival production of Hannibal, and was just making her return to Paris, where she became famous with that very role.
"Christine!" people shouted. "Christine!"
There was a girl standing amongst the crowd with red hair and light blue eyes that seemed to never really focus on anything. A blank stare was always on her face, though she smiled eagerly.
"Do you see anything, Margot?" she asked the woman next to her, who held her hand. "Can you see Christine?"
"Not yet, love. Not yet."
The girl was a waif without a name but affectionately called "love" by Margot. She was blind, and had a love for opera, even though she could never see the performances themselves. Margot had been employed at the orphan-home where the blind girl had lived all her life.
"Miss Daaé!" cried Margot. "Over here, Mademois
Mother Knows Best
Luigi Largo glared at the toddler across the table.
"Are you sure that really is my son, Mag?" he whispered.
"Yes, dear," replied Magdalene "Blind Mag" Defoe, his fiancée. "Now eat."
"He looks nothing like me."
"He has your nose, Luigi. See that bump? And his baby teeth look like your adult ones..."
"Shuddup." He furrowed his eyebrows as an aggravated frown appeared on his face. "I'm gonna kill that kid."
Mag rolled her eyes and let out a cross between a sigh and a groan. "Maybe," she suggested, "what you and Alfredo need is some bonding time. What did you used to do for fun with your father?"
He looked down at his plate. The Largo kids never did anything with their father...which was a shame, because Luigi adored Rotti as a child. His whole life had been, and still was being, spent trying to follow in his dad's footsteps.
"We..." Luigi paused, trying to think of a good lie. "We went to carnivals. I guess I could take him to Sanitarium Square or something like that. Buy the