Chapter 83 It said:

Elizabeth is a bitch.

My hands trembled slightly as I realized the sheet music had been swapped.

The familiar notes I had prepared were gone, replaced by something far more sinister.

I looked up at the staff member responsible for turning the pages, but he refused to meet my gaze, his eyes deliberately averted.

A cold wave of realization washed over me as I scanned the audience, searching for answers.

My eyes landed on Aria, who had just finished her performance.

e sat confidently in her seat, her lips curled into a smirk that radiated endless provocation.

Beside her, Sorcia was laughing, her face twisted into a mockery of what I imagined my own expression might have been.

The two of them had clearly orchestrated this, bribing the staff to sabotage me, and now they were sitting there, waiting for me to fail.

A murmur rippled through the audience as the delay in my performance became apparent.

The restless chatter grew louder, and I could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on me.

Panic threatened to rise, but I caught sight of my father, Orlando, seated at the judges' table.

He was watching me closely, a slight frown creasing his brow, as though he could sense something was wrong.

But as a judge, he couldn't intervene.

I had signaled that I was ready, and now I had to prove it.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside the overwhelming urge to give in to the fear.

I sat down at the piano, letting the familiar feel of the keys ground me.

Without the sheet music to guide me, I had no choice but to rely entirely on my memory and the music ingrained in my heart.

The room fell into an uneasy silence as I pressed the first note.

sound echoed through the hall, and with it, the murmur of the crowd faded

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Chapter 83

Chapter 83

just you, my one

he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice filled with

you for making me

moment, something shifted

one that had been arranged by

3

a connection that went beyond words,

our souls had aligned, and I knew

and I could sense

needed to wait in the

nodded, reluctant to leave Leo's embrace, but knowing I

before we parted, a

nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as he turned

was surrounded by the other pianists, many of whom

way Aria stood to the side, her expression bitter

me had not only failed but had also left her

the

staff returned, announcing that the results were in and the awards ceremony was about

weight of the moment pressing down on

the other competitors following behind, I felt

I pushed them aside, focusing on the sense of accomplishment that still lingered

outcome, I knew I

all.

and as I stood there, waiting for the results, I couldn't help but glance

with a love and pride that

else mattered. Not the competition,

the knowledge that,

in the auditorium

with eager spectators, judges, and contestants, was on the verge

were six prizes to be awarded: three special prizes in addition to

as fellow competitors, some with smiles of victory and others with bittersweet acceptance, ascended the stage to receive their

medal remained, and it was down to

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