Riley sat up. "Let's go find Brianna and ask about my goddess!"
As soon as the three of them entered the banquet hall, they were greeted by the sound of a melodious and pleasing piano, like music from heaven, that reached their
ears.
Even Riley, who had zero artistic sense, couldn't help but stop and listen to the beautiful music.
"Holy crap! Riley, I think I just saw an angel!"
Trevor's jaw dropped, his face filled with awe as he looked toward the main stage.
Darius fumbled for his phone, trembling. "What is this piece? The melody, the fingering... it's incredible! I've never seen such amazing piano skills in my life! Whoa!
I have to record this and show it to my teacher!"
Riley stared blankly toward the main stage.
A girl sat at a white piano, her fiery red gown as bright as a flame, perfectly accentuating the exquisite lines of her profile.
Her fair, porcelain fingers danced and leaped across the black and white keys.
Her fingering was dazzlingly beautiful.
Her entire being seemed to be enveloped in a holy halo.
He didn't even understand piano music.
But as the notes filled his ears, one by one, he felt completely entranced...
A feeling of being completely lost in the music.
It was the kind of feeling that made his scalp tingle and shook his very soul.
Riley looked at her with unabashed adoration, his eyes practically glowing.
She really is a queen.
Stunning, lethal, and talented-she has it all.
And even plays the piano so incredibly!
She was just unbelievably awesome!
Truly worthy of being his goddess!
With hearts in his eyes, Riley took off running toward the main stage.
The piece ended, the last notes lingering in the air.
A brief, absolute silence.
Three seconds later.
A thunderous applause erupted.
Even Old Mr. Blackwood stood up in excitement, clapping vigorously.
"Good heavens! That was simply divine!"
"Now *that* is true piano artistry!"
"In comparison... what Miss Lancaster just played sounds like a child's game. The difference is just too obvious."
"I originally thought Miss Lancaster's performance, was top-notch, and I even thought the young lady on stage was just jealous and criticizing ber for no reason But after this
comparison... wow, it's a brutal difference."
"They say Miss Lancaster has won quite a few piano competition awards. Now I'm starting to wonder... how did she win them?"
"The gold medals from international competitions must be pretty watered-down..."
"Who is that young lady playing the piano? And she was slandered as some country bumpkin If she's a country bumpkin, then... what does that make all the other young ladies here?"
***
Those words were like needles piercing Isabella's eardrums.
Her face was ashen, her body swaying precariously.
An overwhelming sense of humiliation made her tremble, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
The piano had always been her greatest source of pride.
But now, she had been utterly crushed by Serena, someone she'd looked down on...
a country bumpkin, reduced to dust.
Her self-esteem, her pride, had been mercilessly trampled underfoot by Serena.
She had lost completely.
Utterly demolished.
And it happened in front of the Blackwood family, in front of Nicholas, in front of the Lancaster family.
She had been thoroughly and completely crushed by Serena.
What else could she do?
Isabella forcefully pushed Karen's hand away, wanting to flee this place that brought
her such unbearable shame.
But she had only taken two steps.
Brianna came running over. "Isabella, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
The young girl's tone was sincere and innocent, her bright, clear eyes curved into crescents. "Don't we still
have to wait for Mr. Kessler judgment? And what about yours
bet?"
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