The applause echoed throughout the stage. It feels like you've missed this kind of applause for so long, and it's paid off. You take a bow, along with your dancing partner and the guitar player accompanying you on the flamenco dance. Yes, tonight was arguably the most successful night in reviving the “La Lune y El Sol” performance that had been neglected because of the villa on the hill.

You hurriedly walk back to the backstage room, while starting to remove your earrings and necklace. The working stagehands greet you, proud of your efforts in bringing back the prestige of this sacred performance. You turn at the end of the hallway, into the special room you use to change and dress up.

However, you're surprised to see the black jeweled necklace sitting in its box, alone on your dressing table. You know who sent it to you because you've been sent a jewel so expensive before. Yes, it must be from the eldest son of the Almeida family.

You walked over to the necklace and saw a note inside. “Ah, I see that this necklace is not even worth enough to you for me to negotiate peacefully.” Ah, that bastard, you thought. But, you gasped and turned around when you heard the sound of your dressing room door closing.

Conrad, standing leaning against the door, folded his arms casually. Ah, those creases on his face, he said they were marks he got while practicing fencing years ago. “Eres supremamente hermosa.” He said while clapping his hands, imitating the clapping of your dance accompaniment tonight. “How was it? Are you still resisting that Tahitian black pearl necklace? Oh, I bought it in earnest, just so you know.” He whispered, accompanied by a sly grin.