The entire auditorium was quite quiet, with only intermittent sobbing heard throughout.
A moment later, the stage curtains opened again, and several performers came out to take a bow.
Amelia Clarke leaned back in the soft chair, her eyes also brimming with tears.
Suddenly, a dry and warm hand grabbed her left hand. She turned her head and met Owen Moreland's deep and refined eyes.
Owen Moreland held Amelia Clarke's hand with one hand, and patted the back of her hand with the other, his gaze and subtle actions gradually calming her sour heart.
Suddenly.
A jarring cry erupted, and everyone couldn't help but look toward the source of the sound.
Amelia Clarke also turned to look in the direction of the cry.
In the first row, five seats away from her, a fashionably dressed woman was bending over, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking as she cried with deep emotion.
