Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

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 was leaving one after another. In the shadow of the transition between the front stage and the backstage, Doris didn't even have time to change her costume, so she came in a hurry with small steps.

"More, more, Miss Doris..."

The fan lady straightened her body in a daze, her tongue was almost knotted, and she was as motionless as a statue.

Doris smiled slightly, and her charming brows looked clean under the purest happiness.

"Hi... Good afternoon."

Miss Fan stretched out her white and tender hands tremblingly and tried to say hello to Miss Doris.

Unexpectedly, Miss Doris, who is known as a dragon with no tail, put her soft hands on the wood-like girl next door, and asked her with concern, close to her ear,

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

"you you you……"

The fan girl pointed her finger at Grace and shook it, but she couldn't say a word.

Although I don't care about other people's opinions, the current atmosphere...

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

"This is not the place to talk. Please change your costume."

Like flowing spring water, Doris softened her body and leaned against Grace, putting her elbow on Grace's shoulder affectionately, "Can't wait anymore?"

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

Grace quickly retracted her shoulders as if she had touched something dirty, and gave Doris a cold look, reminding her,

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

146. Onslaught, let’s see who is 1

As if trying to tame a wild cat, Doris always treated Grace with excessive doting and tolerance.

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

She retracted her hand with a slight smile, the corners of her lips and the curvature of her eyebrows were just right, and her movements coexisted with laziness and elegance.

“People need a sense of proportion to get along with each other.”

Grace tucked up her fluffy cloak and leaned sideways to avoid Doris' contact.

"Ok."

Doris raised her eyebrows in compromise, looked past Grace, and caught a glimpse of the fan girl half-kneeling on her seat with trembling pupils.

With breathtaking golden eyes and clear eyes, Doris smiled and said to the fan girl,

"Ah...I remember you."

The fan lady froze as if she had been struck by lightning, then looked around, and finally confirmed in Doris's eyes that it was herself.

"That, that...Miss Doris, do you, you, you only know me?"

"How come you don't know?"

Doris’ eyebrows were curved, “I always like the lady in the lace top hat sitting in the front row with rose flowers.”

There is nothing more exciting in the world than when your idol gets to know you.

"Well... I like you very much. Not only "Dark Street", "The Duchess" and "When the Violets Fade" are all my favorites. I have loved watching your operas a long time ago... …”

The fan girl's fair face turned red from suppressing the pain. She hesitated as she spoke, gesturing back and forth in the air with her hands, but she seemed to be suffocating and forgot her words.

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

It looked like he was almost out of breath.

Doris may have been infected by the cuteness of the fan girl, or maybe it was because her profession as an opera singer meant she had to laugh.

She let out an endearing chuckle, looked at Miss Fan with that ambiguous look that makes you the only one in the world, and said with great tenderness,

"It doesn't matter. Speak slowly. I'm listening."

Grace looked at Miss Doris' smooth profile profile in surprise, and was slightly surprised.

Now Doris's etiquette and speaking propriety were completely different from when she was talking to herself.

"I think your performance..."

The fan girl pursed her lips and looked like she was in tears with excitement. She closed her eyes and was determined to express her thoughts.

"No problem at all, please don't care what others think."

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

Doris looked directly into Miss Fan's eyes and said sincerely,

"The first performance of "Prince Tukania" will be held next month. I wonder if you would be willing to come and watch it?"

The fan girl nodded wildly, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Then you go to Mr. Marshall backstage and tell him that Miss Doris nominated you. He will give you a ticket to enter."

"Now I have some personal matters, so let's go first, lovely Miss Top Hat."

She ended her conversation with fans with a warm and playful wink, charming and sultry, like the legendary siren that seduces people's hearts.

All in all, for Grace, it has to be admitted that Doris, a woman who knows no sense of distance, does have a mysterious charm that does not adhere to rules.

……

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

She led Grace through the theater corridor paved with white marble to the cabin where she lived.

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

She always maintained a sense of proportion, leading the way slightly ahead of Grace by half a shoulder, practicing an almost gentlemanly etiquette.

It is precisely because of this that Grace can smell the strong rose scent belonging to Miss Doris in every inch of cold air.

Of course, Doris herself was thoughtful and would never let the atmosphere become silent and awkward at any time.

The high heels clicked on the stone floor. While guiding, Doris turned back confidently and asked energetically,

"How is it? Does it look good?"

The high-spirited look reminded Grace of a peacock in full bloom.

Anyway, at this moment, everyone wants to praise.

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

The slightly stiff compliment seemed to dissatisfy Miss Doris.

"Aren't you impressed? Do you think you little girls like these?"

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

Grace folded her hands and explained calmly,

"I don't feel sad, it's just that I'm not naturally interested in emotions..."

"lie."

Doris exposed Grace's lie in an instant.

She stopped and leaned lazily beside the pure white marble column carved with complex patterns, looking at Grace with a burning gaze like a judgment.

"Does the truth mean anything?"

Grace said, her footsteps stopped, and she met Doris's eyes without timidity.

Even though she is not as tall as Miss Doris who wears high heels, she has never had stage fright in her aura.

"No."

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

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

She lowered her head slightly and slowly brought her extremely gorgeous face a little closer.

Although they were far apart, Grace felt as if Doris had gently touched her face.

Grace's view of appearance is completely different from Doris's. No matter how beautiful she is, there are only bones under her skin.

This almost straightforward seduction has no effect at all.

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

But even if Grace doesn't fight, the atmosphere between the two has become subtle.

It's like a long violin piece, back and forth, and the confrontation is all secretly entangled like silk threads.

"Nothing, I just want to see you."

There was a moment of dim disappointment in Doris's eyes. With a twitch of her eyebrows, she handed the initiative of the topic to Grace.

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

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

Therefore, Grace only planned to ask casually, holding her chin and thinking for a long time, she asked,

"Do you treat everyone like this? It's the top hat lady from before."

The expression on Doris's face did not change much, but after the questioning, it seemed as if she had been injected with vitality. She asked,

"Why do you think so? Or do you feel differently?"

His golden eyes were shining, waiting for the answer.

Grace did not evade and said bluntly, "You are more flirtatious with me."

Doris's face became brighter and brighter, and overflowing joy overflowed from the ends of her raised eyes.

"Because - you are very 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 and unsmiling person.

"Where did you see that?"

It doesn't matter whether you are indifferent or not, but whether you really gave Miss Doris a chance at a certain moment.

"Shh."

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

"By the way, your outfit suits you well today."

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

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

As if she had deliberately set a boundary, Grace was neither happy nor shy about Doris's compliments. She just said calmly,

“Appearances are useless.”

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

Miss Doris is too proactive, and there is something hidden under that smiling face that makes people have to be on guard against her.

"Ugh……"

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

"Being so cold will be very distressing for partners."

But the scorching eyes did not move away from her body. Grace was silent for a while, and finally decided to go straight to the topic.

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

The atmosphere condensed at this moment, Doris cast an intriguing look over,