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.
"And do you, Christine Daa�, take Raoul de Chagny to be your lawful, wedded husband?"
Christine smiled, her gorgeous dark hair cascading over her shoulders. "I do."
"And do you, Raoul de Chagny, take Christine Daa� to be your lawful, wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish �til death do you part?"
Raoul nodded, gazing into his almost-wife�s blue-gray-green eyes. "I--"
Before he could say the word, a rose fell from nowhere and landed gently on their clasped hands. Startled, Christine looked about curiously, then turned imploring eyes on Raoul. What was this?
Raoul cleared his throat and shifted his weight a bit uneasily. "Yes, I do," he said confidently--almost daringly.
The minister shut his Bible emphatically. "You many now kiss the bride."
Raoul started to, when suddenly rich rose petals started mysteriously falling all about them. Like snow they collected in the couple�s hair and rested on their clothes. The source could not be detected, although the bride and groom were much too preoccupied to wonder where the romantic petals fell from.
As the two finally separated to hold hands and leave the chapel, a crown of red roses settled beautifully on Christine�s head. The petals ceased falling, and soon the gorgeous bride and handsome groom were out in the warm May air leading the small congregation to the fellowship hall.
"You make a lovely bride," Meg whispered to Christine as she served punch. "You look just like a perfect, living wax doll!"
Christine smiled, masking the sad memory the words brought. Handing the slight dancer a cup of punch, she answered, "Thanks, Meg."
"Congratulations, my dear," greeted Madame Giry, next in line. "Do come sing in the Opera House again!"
"After our honeymoon!" was the promise.
"Yes, yes! We can�t stay open without our star!" exclaimed Andr�, lifting a glass in salute. "Good luck, Christine."
"Good news on soprano scene! No Carlotta--but Christine!" sang Firmin merrily. "Star and millionaire!"
"What happened to Carlotta?" asked Christine anxiously.
"Ran off to Spain. Heartbreak over Piangi, I assume. Lots of luck, lots of love!"
"I hope you come back!" Reyer said, moving through the line.
Christine smiled, continuing to dip glasses of punch. The line was nearly ended--only the pastor, Lefevr� (the retired manager), Aaron Gurhends (the new scene-shifter), Mama Valerius (the new hairstylist for the Opera House productions), Raoul�s brother and his wife, Mrs. Firmin, Mrs. Andr�, and a few fans were left. Raoul, behind his wife, was nodding to the guests.
Christine scanned the room. White balloons floated lazily above the chairs, and white streamers laced the walls. A huge sign reading "Congratulations, Christine and Raoul!" hung behind the punch table. The people chatted merrily, never noticing a stranger by the door at the other end of the building.
"Raoul, who�s that man?"
"What man, darling?" Raoul asked.
"There," said Christine, pointing. "By the back wall."
"I don�t see him."
"Do the punch," Mrs. de Chagny ordered, putting the ladle and a cup in his hands.
Leaving her post, she started towards the back. The figure opened the door and left, but she ran after him. Outside, she saw him hurrying away and yelled for him to wait, which he did.
"Erik!" she exclaimed, catching up to the masked man in a dress suit. "I didn�t expect to see you here. Why did you come?"
"Are you angry?" he asked anxiously. "I meant to slip away unnoticed."
"I�m not angry," she assured him. Hesitating a second, she added, "Thanks, Erik."
"For what?"
"For letting me go. For coming to my wedding. For the roses." She smiled sadly. "I miss you a lot."
"So do I," he said simply.
"Christine?" called Raoul from the door.
"You�d better go," Erik said. "You�re his bride, you know."
Christine pulled a red rose out of the crown on her head and put it lovingly in his button-hole. "Good-bye," she whispered, turning to leave yet looking after him. The Phantom nodded and evaporated.
"What are you doing out here?" Raoul asked as Christine reached the door.
With a kiss she answered, "Saying good-bye in the only way I know how. Red roses."
"Good-bye to whom?"
"The Angel of Music. I think I�ve seen the last of him I ever will."
Raoul smiled, putting his arm around her shoulders. "I don�t know about that. He�s given you away as a BRIDE, but I think he�ll always be your friend."
Christine took Raoul�s hand and led him back into the fellowship. A few musical guests had brought their instruments, and now they played an impromptu version of "All I Ask of You." Christine and Raoul stood together under the banner for the picture sketching, and once again the rose petals began to fall.
