Backstage at the theater, Helena sat in the exclusive dressing room, staring at herself in the mirror. After a while, she picked up a wet cotton towel and began to wipe the makeup on her face.
Tonight was the day of her tryst with the eldest prince Charles. If nothing else happened, Charles was already waiting at her home, so Helena had to quickly take off her makeup, put it on again, and go home in the best possible appearance.
While she was busy taking off her makeup, there was a sudden knock on the door. The assistant walked into the room and said softly: "Miss Helena, someone is bringing you flowers outside."
Send flowers....
It should be from Charles. Aren't we going to meet today? Why do you need to send flowers specially?
Helena didn't think much, nodded and said, "I know, just leave him at the door. I'll take him back later."
Helena, who was concentrating on her makeup, didn't care about the flowers placed at the door. She already had so many flowers at home that she couldn't even keep them. The roses with their sharp thorns cut off would wither in a few days, and they would never grow again. What about beauty?
She spent her life in exchange for a short-lived beauty, and after it withered, no one cared about it anymore... Helena touched her beautiful face and sighed quietly.
She is already 27 years old, how long can she maintain her beauty?
Just like a rose with its thorns cut off, it will wither sooner or later.
When the beauty is gone and time passes, will Charles still care about her?
Helena knew in her heart that she would never get a status. Charles had his own wife, and he was very likely to become the king in the future, but she was just a lowly dancer. Her status was too disparate to be recognized by the royal family.
Of course, Charles gave her a lot of compensation, such as nearly half of the shares in the Covent Royal Opera House. Regular dividends alone were enough for her to spend the rest of her life safely.
Thinking about it this way, she didn't seem to be dissatisfied.
I don’t know how many women are trying their best to become the mistress of the eldest prince.
Putting on her pearl earrings, Helena decided not to think about the future. She was only 27 years old and could maintain her beauty for a few more years. The future would be settled in the future.
After putting on makeup, Helena put on a mink vest, picked up the bouquet of roses at the door and planned to go home, when she suddenly saw a handwritten card inserted among the roses.
card?
When had Charles written her a card?
Because of identity issues, Charles would only send her flowers secretly, but would never leave 'evidence', even if the affair between her and Charles had been exposed.
The handwriting on the card is pleasing to the eye, and the writing is strong and smooth, just like flowing water. Judging from the handwriting alone, the owner who can write in this kind of font must be a gentle and elegant gentleman.
[I see loneliness in your eyes, like a butterfly flying in the flowers, refusing to stop.
Your lips as red as rose petals seem to be born for passionate kisses. Your slender and shining soul wanders between passion and poetry, just like the dazzling sun, illuminating my equally lonely life.
I know that Apollo's passionate lover Sintos was your previous life in Greece.
Beautiful lady, why are you lonely?
Felix von Manstein]
Looking at the warm confession of love on the card, Helena not only covered her mouth, she had not received such a sincere love letter for a long time. There was no mention of love in the letter, but Helena read something close to it. Longing for love, among the many suitors in the past, there were few gentlemen with such outstanding literary talent.
What surprised Helena even more was, who was so bold?
How could she write such a passionate love letter even though she knew her relationship with the eldest prince Charles?
OMG....
Winter winter winter!
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Helena subconsciously hid the card behind her. She did not want the card to fall into the hands of others, because she knew that once the contents on the card were leaked, the man named Felix von Mann would Stein's gentleman will definitely be targeted by the eldest prince Charles...
It's just a love letter, and Helena doesn't want anyone to get hurt by it.
"Miss Helena." The assistant's voice came from behind the door: "There is a gentleman named Felix von Manstein who wants to see you. He said that he is your friend and most loyal fan."
coming?
Right outside the door?
Helena was stunned. She never expected that the other party would pursue her with such great fanfare, not only sending flowers, but also visiting her in public as if no one else was around. This kind of behavior would definitely be known to the eldest prince Charles!
To see or not to see?
Helena was a little tangled. She really wanted to meet the owner of this love letter and know what kind of person he was, but she couldn't do this. It was best for everyone to refuse.
"I still have something to do, let him go!"
Outside the door, the assistant put the 10-gold-denomination universal ticket into his arms and said loudly: "He said he just wanted your signature!"
There was no response in the room. After a long time, the door suddenly opened. Helena walked out of the dressing room and met the eyes of Lai Wen, who was a head taller than herself.
With a walnut cane, a top hat, a well-fitting tuxedo, and a gentle smile in his light green eyes... he is indeed a gentleman, quite handsome.
"Miss Helena, your performance tonight was really great."
The author took off his top hat and put it on his chest, and said politely: "This is the best A Midsummer Night's Dream I have ever seen in my life. You performed Helena's panic when she was pursued by two men at the same time. Everything seemed to be... It is true."
"Thank you." Helena glanced around occasionally, paying attention to the expressions of the people around her. When she discovered the informant planted by the eldest prince Charles in the theater, she interrupted the message: "Mr. Nicholas, thank you for the flowers. , and thank you for your support of me. I am an actor, and it is my job to give the audience my best performance.... I am not worthy of your pursuit."
"You're worth it," Laiwen said with a smile.
Helena stared at him for a long time and suddenly asked: "Don't you know my identity?"
"You are Helena Sheffield, in my opinion the best and most beautiful dramatic actress in London."
"It seems you really don't know..."
Helena shook her head and sighed, stroking the rose petals in her arms: "As I said just now, I am not worthy of your pursuit, and you should stop wasting your time on me. This is for your own good."
"Are you married?"
"....No."
"Then do you have someone in mind?"
"Yes, I have someone in mind."
"oh...."
Lai Wen's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then they brightened up again, and he asked doubtfully: "Don't your sweetheart love you?"
like....
Helena doesn't know what kind of feelings the eldest prince Charles has for her. The only thing she can be sure of is...
"He treats me well, and that's enough." Helena said.
"But you are so lonely." The letter looked into her eyes and said word by word: "Just like a butterfly flying alone in the flower field, bringing hope to the delicate flowers, but only has three days of life. Every time I flap my wings, I try my best.”
Helena looked at him with some emotion, suddenly lowered her head, rushed out of the theater with a bouquet of roses in her arms, took a carriage waiting on the street, and left without looking back.
Staring at her leaving figure, Laiwen put on his top hat again, straightened his tie, politely greeted the surrounding staff, walked out of the theater with his walnut cane, and got into a four-wheeler on the street. In the carriage.
"How is it going?"
Ma Wei, who had been waiting in the car for a long time, asked.
"Not bad, her first impression of me should be quite good." The letter's face showed no expression, neither proud nor happy: "But doing this goes against my gentlemanly ethics, and I don't want to ruin her feelings. .”
"No one wants you to ruin anyone's relationship. I just want you to use your strengths and infiltrate London's high-end banquets."
Ma Weidan said calmly: "You decide how to do it. I believe you can do it."
Lai Wen nodded and looked thoughtfully at the gray mist outside the car window with an extremely serious expression.
At this moment...
Ma Wei finally saw a trace of the Rose Phantom Thief from his body.
