Catching Up

As much as it pains me to say it, it appears that Lord Ambrose D'Arcy is a formidable opponent. Not only did that pasty-faced Brit succeed in effectively neutralizing me by arranging my incarceration by a devoted "phan" halfway across the world, but he also managed to sideline my network of informants by anonymously supplying a law school scholarship for Madame Giry and sending the Persian on a wild goose chase by hinting that my disappearance was due to darker purposes. That only left Little Meg and she has been distracted by the advances of the Baron de Barbazac (not to be confused with the Baron de Barbizon, the Beauty School King).

And my worst fear has been realized. My Christine has been completely taken in by D'Arcy's machinations. As you can see, his cohorts in the media succeeded in driving a wedge between my Angel and her fiancé with the incessant rumours about the Vicomte's infidelity and peccadillos:

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Viscount Raoul de Chagny in rehab for sex addiction
Updated 10/17/2009 11:03 AM

Paris, France (AP) — Viscount Raoul de Chagny has entered a rehabilitation facility for sex addiction.

In a statement released Friday by his lawyer, M. Cartier, the French aristocrat said he did so voluntarily, adding: "I ask for respect and privacy for my fiancée and myself as we deal with this situation as a couple."

The de Chagny family's publicist, Adobo Pasquale, confirmed the rehab report, which first appeared on People.com.

He and Cartier both declined to elaborate further.

de Chagny, 21, has been fighting allegations of affairs, alcohol abuse and sexual addiction since his return from his humanitarian aid trip early last year.

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Their engagement was called off around the New Year, it seems, and the Vicomte has yet to return.

D'Arcy has even gone so far as to relocate her to another dressing room where I no longer have immediate access to her. With no one who truly cares about her able to come to her aid, it is no wonder that talentless, warthog-faced hack's plans are coming so quickly to fruition. They are already deep into rehearsals and an opening night has already been established.

I have only managed to speak to Christine once since my return, and she was strangely quiet as to what she has been doing in regards to the “opera.” I am beginning to suspect she is keeping something from me.

Your Angel of Darkness,
O.G.