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 urge

the entrance of the makeup room by then.

sight

revealing a face with features so exquisite that she would

in a white shirt and black

in his hand a golden hairpin that he was trying to put on for Ingrid.

inexplicable intimacy that made it obvious to everyone

Melora had never expected to walk

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

one astonished, for Alfred was just as stunned as she was.

down the hairpin in his hand and called

kept mum.

didn’t want to respond

far as she knew, both of them barely knew each other, but the familiarity in Alfred’s

moment that

blown away by the

Lodge, I’m surprised

the situation,

also tell what was going on. She quickly

Lodge’s niece. Why don’t I buy all of you dinner at the restaurant opposite? The

fan, releasing a

replied, “I’m not going.

of awkwardness descended upon the room,

you have never shown me such attention when I

was directed at Leslie, she was complaining about Alfred

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

have always been

caused Melora’s face to

for all of them to eat

an effort to treat Crystal warmly due to her

wasn’t particularly receptive to

Melora by serving her some

ribs couldn’t feel any more disgusting

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

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

the latter accordingly, Ingrid never suspected anything

endure

to the restroom and

to hold her tears for a second

two months ago, she was broken-hearted but knew she had no reason to

suffer such humiliation? I hate him!

opened before being closed and

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

a short while later that she noticed Alfred had entered and locked the door behind him. Staring blankly into the mirror with tears rolling

in a tender tone.

by staring daggers at him.

with Ingrid. Even though he didn’t do anything particularly

but an