The next day at rehearsal, Evan did everything he could to avoid Jade. When Ophelia came over he felt somewhat relieved yet he also felt guilty. He should say no to Jade.

"Bonjour."

"Bonjour mademoiselle."

"How are you today?"

"A bit nervous," he replied. "I'm supposed to give Jade an answer today and I don't have one."

"Oh my, she will be disappointed?"

"I'm afraid so. Well, I have things to attend this evening and I haven't been feeling very well. Au revoire."

"Au revoire."

As Evan walked off, he collected his script in a rather untidy fashion. Ophelia was about to turn when she noticed something, "Evan! You dropped some-" he was out of earshot.

Ophelia bit her lip. She knew it was impolite to read another person's business, but temptation took over, as it tends to do. Opening it, Ophelia revealed Evan's secret unto herself. Her mouth hung wide open. This must be what he was writing in the corner! she realized. Ophelia ran out of the playhouse, for some reason the letter had upset her. The whole time he had loved her and never spoke a word of it. While she was on stage, Evan sat in corners obsessing over her. Sure, she hadn't told Evan of her feelings, but Ophelia was still deciding if she had feelings to speak of. Ophelia headed towards Evan's apartment in an angry rage.