Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

To be honest, it's a bit annoying.

"Hmm...that's amazing."

Grace nodded awkwardly and prepared to get up and go backstage to find Doris.

The audience left one after another, and Doris came hurriedly in the shadows between the stage and the backstage without even having time to change her costume.

"Miss Doris..."

The fan girl stood up straight in a daze, her tongue almost tied, and she was like a statue, not daring to move.

Doris smiled slightly, and her charming eyes and eyebrows looked pure under the purest happiness.

"Hi... good afternoon."

Miss Fan stretched out her trembling white little hand and tried to greet Miss Doris.

Unexpectedly, Miss Doris, who was known for her elusiveness, put her soft hands on the wooden girl next door and asked her with concern,

"Are you tired of watching? Have you eaten?"

"you you you……"

Miss Fan pointed her finger at Grace and trembled, but she couldn't say a word.

Although I don’t care about other people’s opinions, the current atmosphere…

Grace frowned slightly, blinked subtly, turned to Doris and said,

"This is not the place to talk. Change out of your performance clothes."

Doris was like flowing spring water. She softened her body and leaned against Grace. She put her elbow on Grace's shoulder affectionately, "Can't you wait any longer?"

Please, can you big singers have a sense of propriety? ?

Grace quickly retracted her shoulders as if she had touched something dirty, and glared at Doris coldly, reminding her,

"Miss Doris, I don't really like close contact."

146. Attack fiercely, let's see who is 1

As if she was trying to tame a wild cat, Doris always treated Grace with excessive indulgence.

"I thought you were like those noble ladies, and liked this way of getting along with friends."

She smiled and withdrew her hand. The curves of her lips and eyebrows were just right, and her every move was laziness and elegance.

“People need a sense of propriety when dealing with each other.”

Grace tucked her furry cape in and turned her body slightly away from Doris's touch.

"Ok."

Doris raised her eyebrows in a compromising manner, looking past Grace, and caught a glimpse of the fan lady half-kneeling on the seat with trembling eyes.

With her captivating golden eyes, Doris smiled and said to Miss Fan,

"Ahh...I remember you."

Miss Fan was stunned as if she was struck by lightning, then she looked around, and finally confirmed that it was herself in Doris's eyes.

"Um, um... Miss Doris, you, you, you, you only know me?"

"How come you don't know?"

Doris smiled and said, "I always like the lady in the lace hat with roses sitting in the front row."

There is nothing more exciting in the world than when your idol recognizes you.

"Well... I like you very much. Not only "Dark Street", "The Duchess" and "When Violets Fade", I like them very much. I have loved watching your operas for a long time..."

Miss Fan's fair face turned red as she stammered, gesturing in the air with her hands, but she seemed to have forgotten the words as if she was suffocating.

"I still... I still... I still..."

It looked like he could barely breathe.

Perhaps Doris was infected by the cuteness of Miss Fan, or perhaps as an opera singer she was born to love laughing.

She chuckled dotingly, and looked at Miss Fan with an ambiguous look that said, "You are the only one in the world, and there are countless words to express it." She said very gently,

"It's okay, take your time, I'm listening."

Grace looked at Miss Doris's smooth profile in amazement, slightly surprised.

Doris's manners and manner of speaking now were completely different from when she was talking to herself.

“I thought your performance…”

Miss Fan pursed her lips, her eyes filled with tears. She closed her eyes and made up her mind to speak out her thoughts.

"There's no problem at all. Please don't worry about what others think."

"As long as I can get your love, I will be very happy. I don't care about other people."

Doris looked Miss Fan straight in the eye and said sincerely,

"There will be the first performance of 'Princess Tukania' next month. Would you be willing to come and watch it?"

Miss Fan nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Then go backstage and find Mr. Marshall and tell him that Miss Doris asked for your name. He will give you a ticket."

"Now I have something personal to attend to. Let's go first, my lovely lady in the hat."

She ended her conversation with her fans with a warm, playful wink, charming and seductive, like a legendary siren that captivates people.

All in all, for Grace, she had to admit that Doris, a woman who had no sense of distance, did have a mysterious charm that did not stick to the rules.

……

After saying goodbye to Miss Fan, Doris did not choose to change out of her opera costume, but instead wore the long dress that looked like a burning flame.

She led Grace through the white marble corridor of the theater to the cottage where she lived.

After Grace said that she didn't like intimate contact, Doris stopped having more intimate physical contact.

She always maintained her sense of propriety, leading the way at a distance slightly ahead of Grace by half a shoulder, and practicing almost gentlemanly courtesy.

It was for this reason that Grace could smell the strong scent of roses belonging to Miss Doris in every inch of cold air.

Of course, Doris herself is very thoughtful and will never let the atmosphere become quiet or awkward.

Her high heels clattered on the stone slabs. Doris guided them and looked back confidently, asking with great energy,

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

His high-spirited look reminded Grace of a peacock spreading its feathers.

In any case, at this moment, everyone wants praise.

"Very beautiful, Miss Doris's acting is very good."

The slightly awkward compliment seemed to make Miss Doris unhappy.

"You're not impressed? I thought you little girls all like these?"

Love and affection are the most boring burdens in the world. The painful scars left by countless reality are verifying this to myself.

Grace folded her arms and explained calmly,

"I don't feel sad, but I am not very interested in emotions..."

"lie."

Doris exposed Grace's lie in an instant.

She stopped and leaned lazily against a pure white marble column with intricate carvings, looking at Grace with a burning gaze as if judging her.

“Does the truth have any meaning?”

Grace said as she stopped walking and met Doris's eyes without any timidity.

Even though she is not as tall as Miss Doris who wears high heels, she has never been stage-frightened.

"No."

Doris chuckled and rolled up her silky silver hair with her slender index finger, spinning it back and forth like a hunter thinking about how to play with her prey.

Subtle eyes swept over Grace's upper body again and again, and every time they passed over the skin intriguingly, the sense of mystery and loss of control hidden in Doris became deeper.

She lowered her head slightly and slowly moved her extremely beautiful face a little closer.

Although they were very far apart, Grace felt as if Doris was gently touching her face.

Grace's view on appearance is completely different from Doris's. No matter how beautiful the skin is, there are only bones underneath.

This almost blatant seduction has absolutely no effect.

"What's wrong?" - she asked calmly.

But even though Grace didn't respond, the atmosphere between the two became subtle.

It was like a long violin piece, with the back and forth of the strings, and the confrontation was all entangled in the dark like sticky silk threads.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."

There was a moment of disappointment in Doris's eyes. She moved her eyebrows and handed the initiative of the topic to Grace.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Grace certainly had questions she wanted to ask, but Doris was like a cunning fox, and she couldn't get a definite answer even if she asked.

So Grace just wanted to ask casually. She pinched her chin and thought for a long time. She asked,

"You do this to everyone? Just like the lady in the top hat before."

Doris's expression didn't change much, but after the questioning, she seemed to be injected with energy. She asked back,

"Why do you feel that way? Or do you feel differently?"

The golden eyes are bright, waiting for the answer.

Grace didn't evade, saying bluntly, "You're even more frivolous with me."

Doris's face became brighter and brighter, and her joy was overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

"Because—you are cold, but I know you are not such a cold person."

Why are you so happy?

Grace didn't understand. She frowned, like an old-fashioned person who never smiled.

"How do you know that?"

It doesn't matter whether you are indifferent or not, but whether you really give Miss Doris a chance at some point.

"Shhh."

Doris placed her beautiful and slender index finger on the edge of her red lips, deliberately whetting Grace's appetite, "Secret."

"By the way, this outfit suits you very well today."

Doris's mood completely improved, her charming peach blossom eyes narrowed into crescents, and she praised enthusiastically,

"And it's really beautiful without the illusion, Miss Grace."

As if deliberately drawing a line between the two, Grace was neither happy nor shy about Doris's compliments. She just said calmly,

"Looks are useless."

The direct answer seemed a little sharp, but that was Grace's attitude.

Miss Doris was too proactive, and there was something lurking beneath that smiling face that made people have to be on guard.

"Ugh……"

Doris let out a long, deliberate sigh and shook her head regretfully.

"It will be very distressing for partners to be so cold."

But the burning gaze did not move away from her at all. Grace was silent for a while, and finally decided to get straight to the point.

"What else does Miss Doris want from me besides a portrait?"

The atmosphere was tense at this moment, and Doris cast an intriguing look at him.