Chapter 213 Curtain Call of Confusion
Chapter 213 Curtain Call of Confusion
“Mom, remember–this time, it’s just photos, Strip Lily and take pictures, but no one is allowed to touch her. If anyone Dad sends actually forces themselves on her, I’m afraid she’ll go ballistic and things will spiral out of control. Make sure to tell Dad clearly. This has to go off without a hitch”
Hearing Elsa’s words, the <b>panic </b>in Wendy’s eyes melted away, reced by that same smug certainty the always wore.
Her precious daughter never let <b>her </b>down
This n really was foolproof.
A woman’s reputation? Nothing could be more fragile.
Once they had those indecent photos of Lily in their hands, no matter how unwilling she was, she’d have no choice but to agree to a settlement to protect her name.
Lily’s injuries weren’t too serious. The doctors mainly kept her hospitalized to monitor for possibleplications from a mild concussion.
After two days of observation, and once all her vitals checked out, she was discharged Saturday afternoon. Despite some awkward moments with James, Lily <b>had </b>actually been in a pretty <b>good </b>mood the past couple of <b>days</b>.
She’de across the video of Wendy getting doused in filth
And just that afternoon, she’d received a phone call–from Sunder, her parents‘ former teacher.
Sunder was nearly seventy but still actively performing on the opera stage. Lily’s parents had been her most aplished students. When they were killed in the car crash, Sunder had taken it hard–so hard, in fact, that she fell gravely ill.
Lily had learned Folk Opera from her <b>for </b>a time when she was little.
Later, when Sunder transferred to another opera troupe, she’d recontmended another teacher to Lily. Although Lily had pursued a career in voice acting, she asionally performed on stage, and she never let heropera training slip.
A few years back, Sunder returned to the capital.
She was currently directing a production of Hamlet, and the actress originally cast in a supporting role <b>had </b>recently gotten pregnant–morning sickness hit her hard, and she’d been hospitalized. She couldn’t attend rehearsals anymore<b>. </b>
Other top–tier performers from Starlet Group were tied up with other ys, so Sunder thoug
Lily stood at 5’6“.
Lily.
Her breathtaking beauty carried a soft, natural femininity, but when dressed as a man, her features could
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exude sharpness and strength.
She had an inherent poise, a quiet resillence–traits that trade her surprisingly well–suited for the “young male” roles in traditional opera.
Her birth mother, Jennie, had been a renowned dan actress, while her father. Bryson, had specialized in young <b>male </b>roles.
Lily had grown up immersed in the art form. Though she had always yed dan roles due to her beauty. she had long admired the cadence and energy of male parts.
Now, with Sunder suggesting she take on a young male role, she felt a <b>spark </b>of excitement.
She had just wrapped up most of her recent voice acting gigs, so she happily agreed to help.
Not wanting to dy rehearsals, she headed straight to the opera troupe that afternoon.
Since it was just a rehearsal, there was no need for full makeup. She simply changed into costume, donned the signature wig for young male roles, and stepped onto the stage.
Sixteen years ago, in the rubble, a young Lizzy had croaked out folk tunes and opera songs through cracked, parched lips.
Since then, Simon had been obsessed with Folk Opera.
Whenever he had free time, he’d go watch live performances,
That night, there was no public show. Lily and her castmates were rehearsing right on the main stage.
After dinner, Simon drove over and stepped into the quiet theater–just in time to hear someone singing a ssic piece.
The voice was rich and resonant, lingering like mist in the air.
Sixteen <b>years </b>ago, under the rubble, Lizzy had been so dehydrated her voice was hoarse–more like a rusty kettle than an opera singer<b>.. </b>
But now, hearing <b>that </b>familiar style echo from the stage, something inside Simon cracked. It was as if time folded, and he was once again a teenager listening to the gentle<b>, </b>wavering songs that had once soothed his <b>soul</b>.
His heart pounded wildly.
Then he looked up.
It was Lily.
It was Lily singing on stage.
But… wasn’t Lizzy the one who <b>had </b>sung to him back then?
Why did Lily’s voice make him feel that exact same sense of haunting familiarity?
Who <b>was </b>she really?
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Who was his Lizzy?
Simon felt like he was losing his <b>mind</b>.
He knew Elsa was his Lizzy.
Yet in that moment, doubt crept in, sharp and unforgiving–what if Lily was the one from back then?
He hated Lily.
He hated her shamelessness, her sharp tongue, the way she always pushed too hard, refuted to let things go. He hated how she’d humiliated Lizzy, and how she refused to drop the charges against Wendy.
He should have been disgusted by her.
He told himself he was.
He turned to <b>leave</b>.
But his legs disobeyed him.
Like he was under a spell, he didn’t walk out of the theater. He moved forward–slowly, step by step–until he found himself seated in the front row,
He kept telling himsof that Lily was nothing.
That her presence on stage insulted the art of Folk Opera. That her <b>voice </b>was a torment to his ears.
But his heartbeat refused to settle.
As he stared at her–immersed in her role, her body swaying to the rhythm, her eyes shining with passion
-his emotions spun out of control, and his heart pounded wildly,pletely out of sync.