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.

hall, and with it, the murmur of the crowd faded

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Chapter 83

Chapter 83

have said that, you're just you, my one and

face in the crook of my

you

that moment, something shifted

was as though the bond we shared, the one that

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a connection that went beyond words,

aligned, and I knew

and I could sense Lena, my own wolf, radiating

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

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

we parted, a

leaving mine as he turned and walked

surrounded by the other pianists, many of whom came over

help noticing the way Aria stood to

me had not only failed but had also left her isolated,

waited, the tension building with

that the results were in

heart raced as I stood, the weight of the moment pressing down on

stage, the other competitors following behind, I

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

the outcome, I knew I had given it

all.

couldn't help but glance over at Leo, who had taken

with a love and pride that made everything else fade

that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the

shared and the knowledge that, no

tension in the auditorium was

eager spectators, judges, and contestants, was on the verge of announcing the winner of

to be awarded: three special prizes in

fellow competitors, some with smiles of

remained, and it was down to just two people: Aria and

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