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.

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

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Chapter 83

Chapter 83

said that, you're just

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

thank you for making

something

was as though the bond we shared, the one that

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that went beyond words,

our souls had aligned,

could sense

a staff member approached, informing me that I needed to wait in the lounge area while they tallied the scores and prepared

leave Leo's embrace, but knowing

in Leo's ear before we parted,

his eyes never leaving mine as he turned

surrounded by the other pianists, many of whom came over to express their

help noticing the way Aria stood to the side, her expression

but had also left her isolated, the other competitors giving her

the tension building with each

returned, announcing that the results were in

stood, the weight of the

other competitors following behind, I felt a

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

outcome, I knew

all.

help but glance

and pride that

Not the competition,

shared and the knowledge that, no matter what happened, we would face it

tension in the auditorium was

contestants, was on the verge of announcing the winner of the most prestigious

were six prizes to be awarded: three special prizes in addition to the gold, silver, and

fellow competitors, some with smiles of victory and others with bittersweet

only the gold medal remained, and it was down to just two people: Aria and

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