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

had arrived at the entrance of the makeup room by then. The

sight that

pinned up, revealing a face with features so exquisite that she

leaning against a man who was dressed in a white shirt and black

a golden hairpin that he was trying to

made it obvious to everyone what their relationship

in shock, Melora had never expected to

before… Nevertheless, I’ve never seen this side of him. It turns out that he fancies the sort of stunning beauty that Miss Hopper is. Together, both of them look like

astonished, for Alfred was just as stunned as

down the hairpin in his hand and called

Melora kept mum.

didn’t want to respond to him.

she knew, both of them barely knew each other, but the familiarity in Alfred’s tone when. he called out

moment that Leslie

blown

hand, he deftly defused the situation by speaking to Crystal. “Miss Lodge, I’m surprised to see you here! Mr. Lodge has missed you and

wanting to escalate the situation, Crystal greeted her uncle

same page as Crystal, could also tell what was going on. She

Mr. Lodge’s niece. Why don’t I buy all of

her fan, releasing a pleasant fragrance into the

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

room, Leslie added,

side-eye from Ingrid, who teased coyly, “Leslie, you have never shown me such

the comment was directed at Leslie, she

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

cooed, “My headaches have always been cured

face to

painstakingly arranged for all of them to eat

Crystal

particularly receptive to the former.

on, when Ingrid attempted to curry favor with Melora by serving

of ribs couldn’t feel any more disgusting

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

leaning against him with a gentle look in her eyes, added, “That’s right. You’re still growing, so the extra protein will do you good!”

Alfred and had greeted the

endure it any more.

she headed to the restroom and splashed her face with running water.

was unable to hold her tears for a second

reason to be

suffer such humiliation? I hate him!

gently opened before being closed and locked from

face pale like snow and her nose red like

Alfred had entered and locked the door behind him.

in a tender tone. “Are you angry?”

responded by staring daggers at

his eyes when he was with Ingrid. Even though he didn’t do anything particularly suggestive, it was obvious that he enjoyed having hist way

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