Blush

"Christine…" He murmured her name and she smiled. "I am here, Angel. I am ready." "You did well at rehearsals today, child." Christine lowered her head, allowing her long hair to fall about her cheeks to disguise the blush that had crept across them. "You were watching?" she asked softly. "Yes, Christine," the Voice replied. "They do not know the gifts you possess, but I do. Soon I will lay all of Paris at your feet, if you wish it." The Voice paused. "Do you wish it, Christine?" She raised her head again. "I only wish to please you, Angel."