The Mistress Runs Away

if she was going to embrace his chest again.<< tl: if you could imagine the pose…well..
let us know..
cause we don’t :)))

Admiration, envy, jealousy, and enmity.
The eyes of the audience with a lot of emotions were stuffed on them.
At the end of the dance, a few seconds of silence followed.

After a few moments, the absorbed crowd applauded enthusiastically.
In the midst of the overflowing applause, Rowena was smiling radiantly as she looked over at Joanne and Melissa, who were leaning against the wall.

The first to notice her gaze was Joanne, who, like the others, was looking at Rowena as if she was possessed.
Startled, Joanne gestured to Melissa, who was looking only at the floor.

“Melissa?”

“Yeah?”

“I think Miss Philone is saying something.
What is she saying?”

Squinting her eyes to take a closer look, Joanne concentrated on trying to understand the movement of Rowena’s red lips.

But it was all in vain.
Joanne didn’t stay by Melissa for much longer, as she continued trying to decipher what Rowena was saying that she needed, just by looking at her lips.

“I’ll go see.”

Joanne was tilting her head and attempting to understand the signal, while Melissa, grabbing a cocktail from a nearby waiter’s silver tray, suddenly made her way through the crowd to Rowena.

“My Lady.”

“Melissa.”

Buried in the people, the duke was nowhere to be seen.
Melissa held out a glass and asked carefully.

“You said you were thirsty, right?”

“Yes, I was.
I knew Melissa would understand.
Thank you.”

Smiling with her eyes closed, Rowena accepted the glass and took a sip.
The cold cocktail rushed down her tongue and tightened her throat.

“I think you’ve had too much.
You look a little drunk….”

Melissa, who didn’t think she’d pour the whole thing down her throat in one gulp, spoke anxiously.

She couldn’t help but be concerned.
Rowena’s cheeks, covered in gorgeous makeup, were noticeably red under the chandelier.
It looked like a healthy flush, but it was more like the cheeks of a drunk person.

“You never drank too much before.”

Referring to their time five years ago.
Rowena handed the cup to the waiter, who was coming and going with a small smile.

“Too much? This much?”

“My Lady…”

“I’m tired.
I think the Duke is busy too, so I’ll go somewhere to rest.
Will you go with me? Just you.”

“Yes, of course.”

Melissa supported Rowena’s body, which was struggling to walk in her high heels.