Theatre

The Luvains was invited to a theatre because of Count Luvain's connection to the owner of the theatre. As per invitation, all members of the family would have a free pass on the prestigious play.

It thrilled Cialme who had never been in a theatre before. With no sufficient money for leisure, she had only watched it from the internet. In the past, she wasn't able to indulge herself in such luxury that would cost her greatly.

Elisha assisted her on wearing her complicated outfit. After painful turns and twists to fit her body into the skinny outfit, Cialme had finally fit the gown that hugged the luscious curves of her body.

Is she overdressed? Cialme stared on the mirror to see her sexy reflection. She felt she had dressed too much for a simple viewing. Cialme called Elisha to change her clothes.

"Eh? Milady, you just dressed fine. I swear, it's not exaggerating."

Elisha argued, not wanting to second her lady's idea. Cialme sighed as she let the clothes be. For some reason, her head felt very heavy. Was it because of the wind last night? Yesterday, she had slept out in the garden which probably made her feel a little sick today.

Cialme went out of her room to only be a feast to everyone's eyes. As she descended on the stairs, the servants gazed upon her as if she was a godly entity, gracing the crowds with its heaven-like appearance.

Cialme felt embarrassed for having excessive attention on her.

Ceres smiled at her. He was the servant who had spilled the juice accidentally on her clothes. As he warmed up with her, Ceres was no longer shy of expressing his emotions.

Cialme returned the smile. As she averted her gaze from him to the other persons present in the area, Cialme's nerves grew tensed again. The jiggly sensation came alive and made her face look very nervous.

"You're so beautiful, dear." Her mother complimented. Count Luvain seconded the compliment with a greater compliment.

"I'm afraid she'll be in the spotlight instead of the performers on the stage. You look insanely beautiful, dear."

Count Luvain smiled widely, a smile that crinkled his eyes. He looked at his wife, and led the company towards the porch where the carriage was parked.

Somehow, they're not complete. Where had his brother gone off to?

"Father," Cialme called. "I don't see brother around. Do you know where he is?"

Her father explained, "He's with his fiancee. Marquis had been invited to the play, so automatically that goes the same for his family."

"Oh, is that so." Cialme nodded in understanding. His fiancee? Come to think of it, her brother had led a good life in the novel. Married to his beautiful fiancee, whom he had children with. Her name is.. Naviah?

The three-person company arrived at the destination which was already packed with crowds. But of course, all of them are people of high society since the lower class would not be able to afford one ticket that costs a large fortune.

Cialme felt her head moving in circles. The nauseating sensation made her feel sicker. With limited air inside the carriage along with the tightness of her gown, Cialme felt the need of air.

Curling her hand into fist which paled afterwards, she went down with the help of the footman. Her silver gown cascaded on the floor as she settled her feet. Her very appearance wowed the visitors, gawking at her luscious curves.

Isn't that Lady Cialme? The question that passed on everyone's mouth. As a notorious wicked lady, Cialme was known among the members of high society. But her vile nature was not the only reason of her popularity. With her womanly curves and enticing features, Cialme had established herself in the society as one of the most beautiful maiden of high society.

After inhaling some fresh air, Cialme felt something had loosened a little bit. Her heavy feeling did not fade away, continuously burdening her body.

Count Luvain noticed his daughter's breathing which made him asked her worriedly.

"Are you feeling sick? Is your wound still aching?"

"I'm fine, father. I just felt new to this."

Cialme perked a simple smile on her lips.

"Let's head back right after the end of the play. Do everyone agree?"

Her mother and also herself nodded in affirmation.

Going to the inside of the luxurious building where the play was held, Cialme gazed up with wandering eyes. The sparkly chandeliers hung on the creme colored ceiling, its light lighting up the vast room.

Thump! The sharp pain throbbed again, giving her head an excruciating sensation. Cialme crumbled the small part of her silver gown as she held in the pain.

With the cold breeze lingering on her skin, she felt even sicker. The clothes she had worn has less coverage in the back, allowing the chilly breeze to touch her bare skin. If she had only known her sick feeling before, she would have wear something that has more coverage and less showy.

"Greetings, Count Luvain, Countess Luvain. It was nice seeing you here."

The beardy man approached them and greeted. When he spotted the young lady behind the couple, he added, "Oh, and to young lady too. Good evening."

Baron Wesley offered a slight bow, smiling gently at her. Cialme returned the greeting and right after that the baron excused himself to exchange pleasantries with other visitors. Cialme felt exhausted already.

As if on cue, Count Luvain spotted his son walking to the entrance of the room together with his fiancee. How amazing it was when Kirton sensed his father's presence that made him turned his head towards the three-person company.

"Oh it's father," Kirton mumbled which had the woman by his side to look to where his gaze directed at.

"Let's greet your father." Navia smiled at him. Kirton nodded in affirmation. Just when he was about to open his mouth, his blue eyes fell on the woman behind his parents.

Kirton was in daze. With eyes solely focused on Cialme, every inch of her skin was burned in his memory. With her sister looking insanely gorgeous, how on earth could he stop looking at her?

"Kirton? Are you listening?" Navia quaked him a little bit.

"Oh, yes," Kirton nodded frantically. His gaze tore away from her sister's face. But his fiancee had already realized behind his dazedness. It was because of his sister who looked very beautiful in silver gown.

"Let's get going. Father must be waiting for us now."

Navia quickly pulled him away to deviate her fiancee's attention. Every woman would surely be on guard if some woman whom they deemed as threatening had attracted their man's eyes. Cialme Eclusia Luvain was very dangerously enticing to everyone's eyes.

Cialme met someone shortly after meeting her brother's betrothed. It was someone unfamiliar to her yet the man approached her like they have known each other for years.

"Greetings, Duke Kreugsford. You're looking amazing as always."

"My, my. Thank you for the compliment," the words were directed at the count, when he suddenly looked at Cialme who stared at him.

"Do you mind if I escort your daughter?"

"Oh, not a problem. In fact, my daughter has no accompany yet."

"Hm, I see. Then please excuse me."

The couple bowed slightly to allow him walked by them. Duke Senriv Kreugsford had his eyes fixed on one woman, and that is Cialme.

"Good evening, milady. Care to have an escort?"

Cialme felt her eyes slowly losing its strength to remain attentively open as the pain crawled throughout her body. But what bugged her more is the man standing in front of her. Cialme had seen of his name somewhere in the novel. But unlike her, he had only appeared in the earlier chapters as his character was not needed in the plot.

Reluctantly, she placed her hand on his. A soft smile flashed on her lips as she was uncertain on what to react. The man took her to the entrance, weaving through the crowds that willingly provided enough path for them to walk on.