The adrenaline was still coursing through her as she stepped away from the stage, sharing words with many of the cast. She didn't want to appear so much better than the others as Carlotta had. She wasn't like that. So once she had the chance to slip away it was only then that she did. She knew of the opening night celebrations, had spent some time finding a gown that would be perfect, and had to get ready. Especially when she knew that Erik would be arriving at some point to see her. He had asked her to wait in her dressing room for him after all. Christine nodded once more to a few people she walked past and slipped into her dressing room, shutting the door firmly behind her. Part of her rather wanted the quiet that awaited her.
Soon, she spotted it. The single red rose sitting on her vanity. A grin blossomed on her features and she moved to pick it up, knowing that it was from him. Knowing it meant he approved. Her fingers slowly ran over the black ribbon then she placed it down gently to focus on getting ready. She let her hair fall from the way it had been put for her character and picked up the fresh flowers she had arranged to put in her hair. She wasn't going to use plastic ones, there was nothing nice about that. Once she had her hair fixed and sitting as she wanted it to she slipped into her dress. It was tied tightly and once she was dressed she settled once more at her vanity.
She would wait here. She had little to do with her face, only putting on basic and natural make up, and she only used a small amount of perfume. Christine never went over the top with her look really unless it was in character. Personally, she preferred to let her own look shine rather than adding to it with large and bold colours. Once again she picked up the rose and lifted it to her nose, smelling it softly.
But then she sensed him. He was here and she did not drop the rose, simply lifted her head from smelling it. Her heart flipped as he came into view and she was rather intrigued as to why he had the mask on once more. Not that she cared why should she? She was just curious. Her eyes fluttered closed at his voice as she found her body straightening. Yearning for him. A jolt ran through her as he touched her hair and she found herself wishing his hands were not covered. Wishing for his touch on her skin.
"You are pleased?" she asked softly, eyes opening slowly to look at him in the mirror once more.