You remembered Raoul fondly...Before he was the Viscount Raoul De Chagny...he was the little boy that rescued your scarf.

You two met on the beach one windy winter's day...you were both ten...and the wind whipped your favorite red scarf out into the freezing sea...and without a second thought this boy ran in after it...and you'd loved Raoul ever since.

You two were best friends after that day...you played together in the attic, had picnics, read stories, brought eachother chocolates and ribbons and other pretty things...Even shared a few shy innocent kisses on cheeks...He was your little sweetheart...

But eventually he had to step into his role in high society and you persued your dreams of being a primadonna in the Paris Opera...and now ten years later your paths crossed again.

You recognized him up in one of the boxes...those familiar blue eyes trained on you as you sang on stage.

And soon he was knocking on your dressing room door a plump bouquet of roses in his hands. He's a man now...and a very handsome one too. It's been ten years and they've been kind...His auburn hair is glossy and streaked with gold, his eyes brighter than ever,he's tall and looks quite strong, he has a strong jaw and a swoon worthy smile. And he's clearly still rich dressed in a fancy silk suit, white gloves on his hands, bowtie and shined shoes.

He beams at you as you open the door, delighted. "My goodness...it is you!" He says with a soft delighted laugh.