Crystal's One Night of Love

The next time Melora saw Alfred was two months later.

Julia was an opera buff.

Her favorite performer, Ingrid, had three performances that month.

Unfortunately, Julia fell sick, so she had no choice but to give Melora the tickets and have the latter present Ingrid flowers on her behalf. On top of that, she instructed Melora to get an autograph from Ingrid.

Since Melora had nothing better to do, she invited Crystal along to the opera.

Crystal readily agreed on account of the recent thaw in her relationship with Henry and the fact that she always doted on Melora. She also invited Madison to join them.

La Scala was the best opera house in the north.

On that particular day, Ingrid played the titular character of the opera Carmen. Her impressive performance was greeted with thunderous applause, yet Melora had mostly been yawning throughout the show.

If it wasn’t for the autograph she had to get for her mother, she would have already left. halfway. She just couldn’t fathom why the performers had to put on thick makeup and wear gaudy costumes.

Isn’t it uncomfortable?

Once the show was over, Ingrid left the stage in tears.

However, her expression changed completely the moment she went backstage. While removing her earrings, she instructed her assistant, “I’m not meeting any fans tonight. Tell them to come back some other time.”

As someone who came from a long line of opera singers, Ingrid naturally exuded an air of arrogance.

It wasn’t a big deal not to meet ordinary fans, but there was someone important in attendance that evening, a fact that put the assistant in a dilemma.

She explained, “It’s fine if you don’t meet the others, but I’m afraid there’s one person today you have to see no matter what.”

After taking off the outer layer of her costume, Ingrid asked curiously, “Who is this that I have no choice but to meet?”

“The daughter of the Miller family! She’s here to get an autograph on behalf of her mother, who couldn’t come due to feeling under the weather.”

Ingrid froze abruptly before breaking into a vibrant smile the very next second.

“The daughter of the Miller family? In that case, I must see her… Mrs. Miller has always been. a very generous patron. Bring her backstage. I’ll sign an autograph for her.”

The moment she finished, Ingrid swept the curtain aside and headed inside her room from. where a crisp male voice could be heard..

Meanwhile, Melora and her companions were led backstage by the assistant.

From the hundreds of flower bouquets that lined the corridor, it was clear how wildly popular Ingrid was.

Thirty-two among them were sent by someone named Mr. Lodge.

Mr. Lodge…

The name caused Melora’s heart to pound furiously.

Is it who I think it is?

Trailing Melora’s gaze, the assistant explained with a smile, “Mr. Lodge is an old friend of Miss Hopper. Whenever he is in Barnwood, he will definitely attend her performance. I heard he’s someone important who doesn’t spare his time for just about anyone. Only Miss Hopper has the honor of him gracing her performance with his presence.”

remarks, Melora felt a sudden

the makeup room by then. The assistant pushed the door open. “Miss Miller is

door gradually opened, the sight that

had already put on a body-hugging gown while her hair was pinned up, revealing a face with features so exquisite that she would mesmerize anyone who

who was dressed in a white shirt and

hand a golden hairpin that

that made

never expected to walk

this side of him. It turns out that he fancies the sort of stunning beauty that

one astonished, for Alfred was just as stunned

down the hairpin in his hand and called out,

kept mum.

she didn’t want

her gaze toward Melora. As far as she knew, both of them barely knew each other, but the familiarity in Alfred’s tone when. he called out to Melora

awkward moment that Leslie suddenly arrived.

blown away by the sight.

“Miss Lodge, I’m surprised to see you here! Mr. Lodge has missed you and was planning a visit.”

to escalate the situation, Crystal

going on.

I buy all of you dinner at the restaurant opposite?

fan, releasing

Melora replied, “I’m

the room, Leslie added, “I’ll

coyly, “Leslie, you have never shown me

was directed at Leslie, she

Alfred smiled faintly as he replied, “Don’t you already

cooed, “My headaches have always been cured by your

caused Melora’s face to

stepped in and painstakingly arranged for all of them

an effort to treat Crystal

particularly receptive to

by serving her

of ribs couldn’t feel any more disgusting to

childish feelings, Alfred remarked, “You should have more meat to

added, “That’s right. You’re still growing, so

and had greeted the latter

then, Melora couldn’t endure

herself, she headed to the restroom and splashed her face

unable to hold her

left without saying goodbye two months ago, she was broken-hearted but knew she had no reason to be angry

such humiliation?

then, the restroom door was gently opened before being closed and locked

was still crying, her face pale like snow and her nose red like an

noticed Alfred had entered and locked the door behind him. Staring blankly into the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks, she locked gazes

spoke in a tender tone. “Are you

staring daggers at

he was with Ingrid. Even though he didn’t do anything particularly suggestive, it was obvious that he

an old pervert!