Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

A beam of light shone on Yvette. Closing her eyes and ignoring the surrounding noise, she gently lifted her slender, delicate fingers.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath along with her movements.

In the next moment, her nimble fingers danced on the piano keys. The sharp, high-spirited tune was perfectly fitting and carried an intense passion.

The second half of the melody suddenly became gentle, warm, peaceful, and quiet, stirring the crowd.

Until the last note faded. Yvette was wholly absorbed in it. Her whole being was integrated into the piece. The piano held at truly unique significance for her, after all.

The audience was dumbfounded. If they hadn’t seen it themselves, they would never have believed that Yvette had played the piece.

Yvette withdrew her hands, pursed her lips, and lifted her gaze. Stage light reflected in her eyes, and the irritation in her heart had decreased significantly

Zion was utterly surprised by Yvette’s technique.

She hadn’t even opened her eyes throughout the piano play. No one else in Clusia could play piano with their eyes closed. not to mention to play it wonderfully. He thought Yvette’s piano skills were already beyond his ability to comment on.

I wasn’t mistaken. She’s truly a genius. I’ve spent two years searching for someone who can secure a spot for Clusia in the international piano competition in a year’s time. I believe I’ve found that person now, he whispered inwardly.

Zion was confident that Yvette’s mastery of the piano had reached an extraordinary level. As long as she was willing to compete, she would surely surpass Mysonna’s consecutive victories in international piano competitions.

Soon, everyone snapped out of the music. Their eyes were filled with excitement. Countless applause resounded, each time louder than before.

into cheers. Someone started chanting Yvette’s name, and soon, everyone joined in. “Yvette! Yvette!” The chanting was so loud that it nearly

the audience, took a bite of his half-eaten chips and thought his worries were unnecessary. He glanced at the carefree Bonnie and mocked himself inwardly. Fine. It

what else Yvette could do and thought he might need to reassess the education in the

he deliberately turned to Simon and

off but didn’t blame him. Anyone who had a child who grew up in the countryside for over 20 years and

at the center of the stage, profoundly admiring her brilliance. Others might not know, but he was aware of Yvette’s secret identity as

but look forward to the chess and calligraphy competition the next day, eager to see what miracles Yvette would accomplish

had mocked Yvette earlier felt a bit regretful now, thinking

Rebecca was unusually quiet. She only stared at Yvette with an unreadable expression, thinking, ‘Maybe Grandpa was right. We shouldn’t

motionless in her seat. Her face was as white as a sheet as

so good at piano? She’s only a country bumpkin. Even if she returned to the Chambers family, how could she have learned such a complicated piece in just a

piece, she’d blistered her fingers and stayed up life. Yet, Yvette had just played it effortlessly. Not only that. Yvette

piece, and Ruby knew she had lost completely this time. However, she didn’t want to admit defeat. She forced herself to calm down and thought. There must be a way, I can’t lose. Otherwise, how can I continue to be the student council president? I

gradually quieted down. “Ms. Zeller, I’m afraid I can’t give you a score,” he

didn’t understand what he

does Mr. Holmes mean by he can’t give a score? Does

just invite Yvette to

did invite Yvette earlier. Let’s see

hearing some murmurs, Zion felt resigned as he actually hadn’t even finished speaking yet. He picked up the microphone and said, “Everyone, what I’m saying is not that Yvette doesn’t deserve a score, but I’m not qualified to

an uproar as everyone thought he was