His Beloved Cordelia |18+ (His Beloved Series #1)

Chapter 21

"Your hand." Leon spoke, snapping Cordelia out of her daze.

Her met his Leon, who was dawned in the moment, looking at her as he waited. His hand open, waiting for her to take his hand as he stood right outside the carriage door.

Her eyes moved down to his hand that he has been offering her for quite a while now.

"Ah, thank you." She softly murmured, taking a hold of his hand as she carefully got down from the carriage.

It was only mere minutes ago when they have arrived at the destination of their supposed date. Cordelia could not help but look around. Right out of the street was so grand, with a building so big and lavish before them.

There were many people in line at the entrance. It was a long line of what seemed to be nobles and wealthy people. As she stared at the place, her curiosity couldn't hold back the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

"Where are we, Leon?" She asked as her eyes glamoured the lavish street. It was her first time going to such a place, that she was completely absorbed by the nice view of the afternoon.

He looked at her with amusement deep within his eyes. She was in awe of  her surroundings and her face was like an open book. Like a child who was seeing magic. Somehow, Leon found that adorable. Amusing rather.

He gentry raised his brow. "You've never been here before?"

Cordelia turned to him, shaking her head no. "I haven't." She answered curtly. She didn't go out

He looked at her with faint disbelief. He couldn't imagine a noblewoman who have not been to an opera.

Cordelia, who quickly took notice upon his expression heaved a breath. "I really haven't!" She repeated.

Leon cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "We are standing in front of the theatre." He said. He took a brief glance at Cordelia in the corners of his eyes. Truly, it didn't seem like she was lying.

He couldn't help but feel confused. After all, the theatre were a was a place always filled with nobles and wealthy commoners. It is a place where aristocrats, especially noblewomen flock around to watch operas.

"We are at the theater to watch an opera." Leon slowly cleared his throat, offering his arm to Cordelia.

"An opera?" She looked at him, eyes widened. She has only ever heard of operas before. But never has she seen one.

She looked around the long line. 'No wonder.' She thought.

Yet again, Leon cleared his throat for another time. "Are you not going to hold onto me, Delle?" His voice in a hushed whisper brushed against her ear as Leon leaned closer to her face.

"Ah, apologies..." Cordelia immediately wrapped her hand around his firm and muscular arms. With her eyes gazing upon him as he drew closer, Cordelia couldn't help but doubt her eyes.

'Is it just me... or was he smiling just now..?'

"What opera will be at play?"

"A that Flower Dance in a Storm." He replied. "That is what we will be watching."

"What an interesting name. What is it about."