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She sucked in a breath when she finally turned to the mirror. It had taken months of working in the dark or in the scant hours he left their home to recreate the wedding gown he had put so much work into. Every detail she could remember was added, though she knew it was not perfect, it was no less beautiful.

The veil had been much easier, though she changed the flowers to red roses, fresh ones, just added this morning. Her makeup was light, only a bit of kohl around her eyes, rouge on her cheeks, and a light red on her lips. Despite the grandeur of her gown this would be a very small wedding. Christine had paid a priest a hefty sum to keep the wedding as quiet as possible. Not out of any shame, but simply because neither of them trusted that they were truly safe from the de Changy just yet.

Despite their rabid dislike of the commoner their son had fallen for, the rejection of one of them stung the family pride even more. How dare this common theater girl reject one of them! It was outrageous. And also the absolute most idiotic thing she had ever heard. Still, they had made it rather difficult the past few months, until they foursome was able to make it to Sweden. As she was a natural citizen, Christine had some extra protection, and with the paperwork listing Erik already as her husband, and Madame Giry and Meg listed as adopted family, those extra protections extended to them. Essentially meaning there were no legal means that could be taken against them. Christine, and Erik, however, did not trust the family to not take illegal means. And thus Erik had made sure each one of the women knew how to protect themselves. Meg and Christine taking to physical combat well due to years of ballet and dance training. But that is a rather funny story, for another time.

She pulled in a deep breath, and smiled as she let it out. "It is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." She said softly, watching in the mirror as Erik stepped out of the shadows. His white mask is now decorated with ornate carvings. He'd made it especially for their wedding, and Christine couldn't help but smile warmly. It reminded her of the beautiful carvings on her bedpost in his lair beneath the opera house. It may have been a prison at that point, but now, today she could only recall the good things. But now, looking at him, she couldn't help but find him the most handsome man in the world.

Erik was stunned and had to stop just to look at her. They were getting married. HE was getting married. A moment he thought he would never get to experience. But Christine… he knew she had worked on her dress in private, but he never could have dreamed….

He often thought of that dress… the time spent on it for no reason. But here it was, and she was wearing it with a smile on her beautiful face. Unable to stop himself, he stepped to her, wrapping his arms around her from the back. When he would usually ignore the mirror, this time he looked. Wanting to commit this moment to memory forever. The sight of her, his Living Bride, so bright and happy at the prospect of marrying him. Here in her homeland. It made his heart swell with happiness and pride. And for the first time, even if it was just a second, he felt like a man. Sharing a quiet moment with his fiancee before she became his wife.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear, before kissing her neck.

"We're beautiful." She breathed out, a soft moan falling from her lips as he kissed her. As always, his voice stoked the fire in her belly and she grinned at him. "There's still an hour until the ceremony, you know?"

Erik smirked as well, but hesitated. "I wouldn't want to ruin your hair."

"Then don't touch it." She whispered, turning in his arms, squeaking as he lifted her and placed her on the nearby dresser.

"I love you." Christine whispered, placing soft kisses on his lips.

"As I love you." He responded, before claiming her lips with his. Today they become husband and wife, but for now, they are still just a man and a woman, very much in love.