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.”

the assistant’s remarks, Melora felt a sudden urge to

at the entrance of the makeup room by then. The assistant pushed the

door gradually opened, the sight that greeted them

while her hair was pinned up, revealing a face with features so

who was dressed in a white shirt and black slacks. His face was handsome and elegant-looking.

held in his hand a golden hairpin that he was trying to

an inexplicable intimacy that made it obvious to everyone

never expected to

It turns out that he fancies the sort of stunning beauty that Miss Hopper is. Together, both of them look like they’re a match

only one astonished, for Alfred was just as

hairpin in his

kept

she didn’t want to

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

amidst this awkward moment that Leslie suddenly

blown away by

to Crystal. “Miss Lodge, I’m surprised to

situation, Crystal greeted her uncle

also tell what was going on. She quickly broke into a smile and commented,

interjected with a chuckle. “So, you’re Mr. Lodge’s niece. Why don’t I buy

fan, releasing a pleasant fragrance into

sooner had she spoken than Melora replied, “I’m not going.

an air of awkwardness descended upon the room, Leslie added, “I’ll

you have never

the comment was directed at Leslie, she was complaining

Alfred smiled faintly as he replied, “Don’t you already have more than enough. people to

arm, Ingrid cooed, “My headaches have always been

words caused Melora’s face

stepped in and painstakingly arranged for all of them

Crystal warmly

wasn’t particularly receptive to the

Melora by serving her some ribs, Alfred unexpectedly

pieces of ribs

childish feelings, Alfred remarked, “You should

him with a gentle look in her eyes, added, “That’s right. You’re still growing,

that Melora was much younger than Alfred and had greeted the

couldn’t endure it any more.

she headed to the restroom and splashed her

her tears for

she was broken-hearted but knew she had no reason to be angry at

suffer such humiliation?

was gently opened before

snow and her nose red like an apple.

locked the door behind him. Staring blankly into the mirror with tears rolling

tender tone.

staring daggers

though he didn’t do anything particularly suggestive, it was

an old pervert!