“Yes, of course,” she answered. Whatever the Angel asked of her, she was willing to do. “Where will our lesson take place tomorrow?”
He thought for a moment. “There is an empty dressing room at the end of the ballet hall. I will arrange for it to be yours. You will go there after rehearsal. Madame Giry will give you the key.”
Christine eagerly agreed to the Angel’s arrangements. In her mind, she knew tomorrow could not come soon enough, but she had to be patient. She had waited many years for the Angel to arrive; she could wait one more day for their lessons to begin.
“Is there anything else you need of me, Angel?” she asked joyfully, her eyes still to the Heavens.
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