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.”

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

room by then. The assistant

door gradually opened, the sight that greeted them

pinned up, revealing a face

then, she was leaning against a man who was dressed in a white shirt and black slacks.

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

inexplicable intimacy that made it obvious to

shock, Melora had never expected to walk in on such a

It turns out that he fancies the sort of stunning beauty that Miss Hopper is.

Alfred was just as stunned as she was.

hairpin

Melora kept

trembling, she didn’t want to respond

she knew, both of them barely knew each other, but the familiarity in

moment

too, was equally blown

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

the situation, Crystal greeted her

could also tell what was going on. She quickly

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

speaking, Ingrid opened her fan, releasing a pleasant fragrance into

sooner had she spoken than Melora replied, “I’m

an air of awkwardness descended upon the room, Leslie added,

who teased coyly, “Leslie, you have never

though the comment was directed at Leslie, she was complaining about Alfred

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

headaches have always

face to lose

for all of them to eat inside a private room in

made an effort to treat Crystal warmly due to her desire

receptive to

Melora by serving her some ribs, Alfred unexpectedly did the

sight of the two pieces of ribs couldn’t feel

“You should have more meat to help you grow!”

look in her eyes, added, “That’s right. You’re still growing, so the extra protein

than Alfred and had greeted the

Melora couldn’t endure it any

restroom and

hold her tears for

knew she had no reason to be angry at him. The fact that they had been reunited

I suffer such humiliation? I hate him!

before being closed and locked from

crying, her face pale like snow

behind him. Staring blankly into the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks, she

tender tone.

staring daggers at

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

an