While Lotte is a die-hard member of the "Christine should have married the Phantom" group, she has written fanfic in favor of Raoul marrying Christine, and that is the only reason it's under Raoul-Lovers.
"Honey, the drain's stopped up again!"
Raoul tossed the newspaper on the settee and stood up with a stretch. "Little Lotte," he protested, "Are you using those lovely hands to wash dishes again? You'll spoil them! Let Virginia do the dishes!"
Christine laughed. "I feel so lazy letting her do it! But, no, I just wanted a drink."
"Fine. I'll fix the faucet. No more washing dishes."
"No, the drain...not the faucet."
"Whatever." Raoul smiled lovingly. "Throat dry?"
"Yes."
"Sing too much?"
"I suppose."
Raoul headed for the kitchen, but a headline in the newspaper caught his wife's eye. It read: "Former Star of Paris Opera House Finds New Job As Prima Donna in Spain."
"Raoul," called Christine, going after him while reading the article. "Did you see this? Carlotta's gotten stardom again! Isn't that wonderful?"
Raoul climbed under the sink. "I never could understand your sympathy for that toad! Not only did she croak, but she slighted YOU many times!"
"Oh, Raoul," scolded Christine. "I'm happy for her! Is that a problem?"
"No, it's not. I just don't understand, is all. What makes you so sympathetic?"
"Well," Christine started walking back and forth, trying to put her thoughts into words. "If I had a standing reputation as a star, I wouldn't want some chorus girl just eclipsing me. I mean, how do you expect her to like it? I hated taking her place those times, but I didn't dare refuse. She's from Spain, so perhaps she fits in better down there."
"I still don't get it," muttered Raoul, reaching for a different tool with which to remove the pipes.
"Are you trying?" demanded Mrs. de Chagny.
"Just kidding. I think I got it."
Just then, the doorbell chimed the first few lines of "Masquerade." "I'll get it," Christine offered.
When she got to the door, she saw Firmin there. "Hello! May I help you?"
Firmin nodded, handing her a scroll tied with a red ribbon. "It came addressed to you at the Opera House."
"Thank you. Do you know who it's from?"
"I'm clueless. Just thought you ought to have it now instead of this Friday in case it's important."
"Thank you for bringing it out here."
"I'll see you Friday, then." Tipping his hat, Firmin finished, "Good day, Madam."
Christine shut the door and pulled the ribbon off the scroll. She unrolled it and found it to be a letter.
"Dear Christine," it read in beautiful, spidery handwriting. "I wrote to congratulate you on your recent marriage to the Vicomte de Chagny. He's a fine young man, and I know you two will be extremely happy.
"I also wanted to write my apologies for being so rude, hateful, and snippy to you in the months that we knew each other. I am so very sorry now. I don't know why I could never bring myself to like you! You remind me of an angel when you sing, and I was so jealous. I truly wish you the best forever.
"Your friend, Carlotta Giudecelli."
"Raoul!" cried Christine, dashing back to the kitchen,
"Who was it, Little Lot?" he asked. "Not Carlotta with another croaky hate message, I hope!"
"Raoul! You do her injustice! I have a letter from her!"
"Will she sing? Will she sing?"
"No, sir. She has burned her bridges in France, according to Mme. Giry."
"She stood and watched them burn!" sang Raoul.
"She wrote her congrate on our wedding day and an apology for always being so rude. Doesn't that make you feel sorry you were so snitty?"
"I guess," he admitted. "How do you know it's genuine?"
"She asked if we could be friends. That's pretty nice for Miss Giudecelli."
"You're hundreds of miles apart! How can you be friends?"
"We'll be penpals". Christine left for the drawing-room where she took from the desk a sheet of pink stationery. Thinking only a moment, she started writing:
"Dear Carlotta,
"Thank you for the well-wishes. Raoul and I are very happy, and I put our new address in the top right corner of the page. I'd love to be friends! Since we're so far apart, why don't we be penpals?
"How is the opera in Spain? It's all fine here. We're doing a production by Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber of England called CATS this Friday through next month. I've got an easy part--just one solo. We had to dig and DIG for ballet dancers to do the choreography parts! It's almost entirely dancing. Meg has the part of Gus's attender.
"I hope to hear from you soon. Don't let your song die, Prima Donna!
"With love, Christine de Chagny."
