Phantom of the Opera x Reader: Wept AwayPsssst, this fic has brief swearing and slight hints of 'doing the do' but nothing that will ruin your innocent eyes.More Like This
You were hidden; shrouded within the shadows whilst your sister shone like the stars, captivating all that saw, claiming the spotlight that she always craved. You, however, was quite the opposite to your dear sister, Christine. In your spare time you read whilst she danced, drew whilst she gossiped and sewed whilst she sang.
Times were dull as one of the Populaire’s few costume designers, the sheer effort to impress not only the directors, but also the participants and the audience, left very little room for fault. Not to mention the aggravating critique from that of Carlotta- one of the many reasons you currently lack on costume staff. But it wasn’t as if you could, nor were you allowed to complain. Even though you worked within the same building, worked within the same confinements, under the same management, status mattered. You