The theatre was silent, performers had already changed out of their costumes and were relaxing in their dressing rooms, preparing to go home. The scent of makeup, sweat, and sweet perfumes lingered in the air.

Rafayel stepped out of his aunt Talia’s dressing room with a heavy sigh, dragging a hand down his face. His shoulders were tense, showing the exhaustion after the long flight to Verona, and his head throbbed with a dull ache. He hated these flights, especially when he didn’t even have time to unpack his suitcase and rest after the landing.

He quickly made his way down the narrow corridor, eager to reach the exit and find some quietness. But he didn’t notice the figure turning the corner until it was too late.

“Watch your step…” Rafayel muttered, his voice gruff. He pinched the bridge of his nose and blinked hard, trying to shake off the headache.

Then he looked up at the girl. He knew most of the people in this theatre personally, but he couldn’t recall seeing her face here.

Yet, her face seemed oddly familiar.

“Huh?” Rafayel said slowly, straightening up. His tone had softened, curiosity edging into his voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”