Flora took off her costume and asked curiously, “Which person do I have to see?”


    “Miss Fowler. Her mother is unwell and couldn’t attend, so she hase to request your autograph on behalf of Mrs. Fowler.”N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    Flora paused, contemting the situation.


    In the next moment, a wide grin spread across her face, and she eximed, “Miss Fowler?


    How delightful! Mrs. Fowler has always been a devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall dly sign an autograph for her.”


    With that, she drew back the curtain and entered the inner chamber.


    From within, a refined masculine voice sounded.


    Meanwhile, guided by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and herpanions made their way backstage.


    Flora had indeed be 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. Evans…


    The name sent a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s heart.


    Could this be the same Mr. Evans she was thinking of?


    The assistant, noting Cecilia’s curiosity, smiled and shared, “Mr. Evans is an old friend of Miss Holt’s. Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedlye to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed status and reserves his admiration solely for Miss Holt, refraining from endorsing any other actress.”


    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, “Miss Fowler has arrived.”


    The door swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau that took Cecilia’s 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.


    She leaned affectionately against a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and ck suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he held a golden hairpin embellished with a phoenix, tenderly brushing Flora’s raven-ck locks.


    An air of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for doubt about their rtionship.


    Cecilia’s limbs seemed to lock in ce as she never anticipated stumbling upon such a sight.


    Mark had kissed her before…


    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.