I Became the Villain’s Wife - Chapter 51

~ 51.2 ~

A piano performance resounded on the stage, and laughter erupted here and there, as some of the audience seemed to be joking around.

Sekonda Donna’s solo continued on the stage where no one was paying attention.

(Oh, Prince! Please tell me…! What should I be sad about now? Having no place to go into for the rest of my life?  Or having to marry someone other than you?

No. The saddest thing for me is the fact that your vision will always come to haunt me every night and will also keep me from falling asleep.)

The noises from the glass and spoons echoed somehow long. It was thanks to the desserts given to them and the lower seats were also provided with it after they paid for it. No matter how heartbreaking the play was, everyone seems nonchalant, as if they were betting on the play in the very beginning.

It wasn’t until the glass in the hands of the audience showed the bottom that the song of Sekonda Donna ended.

Even in front of an indifferent audience, the singer who sang enthusiastically raised her skirt to show respect to everyone. After she went backstage, her attendants came into view, collecting their empty glass.

It was then that he discovered Eun-woo’s glass that had melted and flowed down from the ice that Tashian had not eaten. The dessert she hadn’t eaten had completely melted and even her fingers holding the glass were wet.

Seeing her state, Tashian’s heart pounded as if she had fallen from the 6th-floor staircase.

“You… are you crying right now?”

She tried to wipe off the traces of her crying in a hurry, as the tall man beside her had a contemplative face. But even so, her sleeves were all wet due to constant wiping of tears. Albeit wanting to shake off all the traces visible, her reddened nose says it all.

She answered, clearing her throat loudly so as not to make a noise in her throat.

“No! What do you mean, who’s crying…?!”

She doesn’t know if the real Eleanor was like this, but for her, it was the first time to see a performance like this.

In the middle of the second play, where not everyone is concentrating, ‘A performance you listen to while eating ice cream,’ and ‘Aria Del Sorbet’ was a disgraceful stage.

Nevertheless, Mezzo-Soprano’s lonely tone touched Eun-woo’s heart. It was because of the lyrics of the song with the sincerity of the maid, who was only a supporting role in the side tracks of the play.

Eun-woo fanned her hand around her eyes to appease her shyness and made a muffled sound.

“I guess they didn’t clean the box seats well. There is a lot of dust.”

The box seat she was sitting in was reserved for the imperial family. Therefore, it’s a place servants wil especially maintain the cleanliness whatever happens. Tashian looked at the woman who couldn’t raise her head, making excuses that didn’t work on him.

Knocking, something touched Eun-woo’s cheek. It was a dry cloth. Tashian held out his handkerchief.

“… I’ll tell the manager to clean well.”

Thanks to Tashian for pretending not to know, Eun-woo carefully received a gray handkerchief with no embarrassment in her hand.

“Thank you.”

She patted her eyes with the handkerchief he had handed her, clearing her mind.

Suddenly, the curtains hung back and forth on the box seats where they were staying. There was nothing but the faint noise of preparing for the next stage and the shouts of the audience outside, and the inside of the curtain was completely silent.

Eun-woo raised her head and looked inside the box seat.

Selena disappeared from the seat as soon as the second act was over, and Ikshid was sleeping with his head resting on the back seat. Not to mention Diego, who had already left somewhere in search of something that will pique his interest.

In other words, she and Tashian were the only two in the box seat.

Inside the dark grand theater, the narrow box seat was a bit dark. In the silence, there was a rustling sound of the collar even if she moved a little bit from the seat where she faced Tashian.

“… How are your eyes?”

To Eun-woo, who was frozen by the strange tension flowing between them two, Tashian tilted his head toward her.

“Ye- Yes?”

“I mean your eyes. There was dust in it, you said.”

Eun-woo blinked her dry eyes now. She had thought that he’d feign ignorance forever, then she guess no.

Then a large hand suddenly reached her cheek. It was a natural touch, as if he was going to remove the dust from her eyes.

It was sudden, but Eun-woo couldn’t shake his hand on her cheek. She had to raise her head from where she was sitting to meet his face.

Without even lowering her head, she received his gaze, staring into hers.

It was his quiet eyes that met hers, but what kind of fireball was in it that she had experienced in the garden of the Imperial Palace earlier?

Again, her heart started beating uncomfortably.

Then his thumb suddenly brushed her lips. Eun-woo was startled like a bird that had been attacked and leaned her body backwards.

“… There’s jam on it.”

Eun-woo blinked again. It looked like the sauce from the sherbet she ate earlier. She felt heat rising from her cheeks.

However, Tashian’s surprise actions did not end there.

“It’s still there.”

He lifted his other hand and lightly wrapped it around her cheek, and with the rest of his hand he rubbed the corner of his lips once again.

Eun-woo was surprised and pushed his chest with both of her hands.

“Oh my, I’ll, I’ll do it!”

But he was not easily pushed back. It only appeared that she was pushing a rock-hard stone.