Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 953

Bianca's hand was enveloped in warmth. The pain seemed to have subsided a little.

She shook her head. "Maybe I accidentally tore it when I packed it…"

Luke frowned hard. The tailor store had been renowned for generations. Their handiwork should have been better than that.

Bianca knew that Luke was suspecting someone. However, she considered that Thea was only a child, and the little girl might be afraid that the adults would scold her.

Bianca decided not to say it.

Rainie came out of the changing room. She would be going on stage after the current performance.

"Thank you, Mommy." Rainie hugged Bianca.

Bianca hugged her and said, "I'll be in the audience with Daddy cheering you. Do your best, Rainie. You're our precious little princess."

"Yes, Mommy!" Rainie hugged her again. She looked at Luke, who gave her an encouraging glance. Then she went to the area behind the stage.

Bianca took Luke's hand and left the backstage area.

They returned to the audience seats. Bianca was sitting next to the aisle. Next to her was Luke, then Louis's family and Old Master Crawford.

Louis noticed Luke and Bianca's return. "Where were you, Luke? You were gone for so long," he asked softly out of concern.

Luke shot a casual but profound glance at Thea, looked away, and said, "It's nothing."

Louis glanced at Thea, wondering what was going on.

Luke held Bianca's hand and gently massaged her fingers. She did not say what happened, but Luke could guess.

However, Thea was still young, and he was not going to hold her accountable.

Bianca held his hand too.

After the performance ended, Rainie would be going on stage next.

Bianca smiled when she saw Rainie elegantly walk on the stage. She turned her head and looked at Luke.

Luke was looking at her too. There was a certain gentleness and pride in his gaze.

Bianca smiled at him. When the music started, she turned her head to look at the stage.

Rainie might be very young, but she was in her element.

Standing on the stage, she was as beautiful as a swan. Every gentle yet firm movement earned her the audience's praise. She was the youngest performer in the group, but she was the most confident.

A noble boy sat in the last row of the theater. He was guarded closely by several burly men. His field of vision was only about half an arm wide.

Winston Macdonald's purple irides followed the little girl's movements closely. A smile suddenly appeared on his usually stern face.

'Rainie Crawford…'

When he first met the girl in the flower field, he thought that she was a mischievous little fairy. Seeing her on the stage, she was like an elegant and noble princess.

'Princess…'

Winston watched her take a bow. The theater erupted with applause once the music stopped.

He told her that they would meet again, but now was not the time.

Winston stood up. "Let's go."

"Yes." The bodyguards surrounded him and escorted him out of the theater.

Bianca was clapping her hands together with the rest of the audience. The feeling of pride in her heart was genuine.