Flora took off her costume and asked curiously, âWhich person do I have to see?â
âMiss Fowler.
Her mother is unwell and couldnât attend, so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of Mrs.
Fowler.
â
Flora paused, contemplating the situation.
In the next moment, a wide grin spread across her face, and she exclaimed, âMiss Fowler?
How delightful! Mrs.
Fowler has always been a devoted patron of my performances.
Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an autograph for her.
â
With that, she drew back the curtain and entered the inner chamber.
From within, a refined masculine voice sounded.
Meanwhile, guided by Floraâs assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their way backstage.
Flora had indeed become a household name, evident from the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority being from a Mr.
Evans, a staggering total of thirty-two.
Mr.
Evansâ¦
The name sent a sudden jolt through Ceciliaâs heart.
Could this be the same Mr.
Evans she was thinking of?
The assistant, noting Ceciliaâs curiosity, smiled and shared, âMr.
Evans is an old friend of Miss Holtâs.
Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her.
Itâs known that Mr.
Evans holds an esteemed status and reserves his admiration solely for Miss Holt, refraining from endorsing any other actress.
â
Silently, Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to escape seizing her.
Upon reaching the dressing room door, the assistant ushered them in with a cheerful remark, âMiss Fowler has arrived.
â
The door swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau that took Ceciliaâs breath away.
Flora, adorned in a figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to a work of art.
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She leaned affectionately against a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement.
In his hand, he held a golden hairpin embellished with a phoenix, tenderly brushing Floraâs raven-black locks.
An air of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for doubt about their relationship.
Ceciliaâs limbs seemed to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon such a sight.
Mark had ki*sed her beforeâ¦
Yet, she had never witnessed him like this.
It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a match made in heaven.