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.

and soon, everyone joined in. “Yvette! Yvette!” The chanting was so loud that it

took a bite of his half-eaten chips and thought his worries were unnecessary. He glanced at the

the education in the countryside

stage, feeling proud. Unable to contain his excitement, he deliberately turned to Simon and

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

Yvette, who looked calm at the center of the stage, profoundly admiring her brilliance. Others might not know, but he was aware

couldn’t help but look forward to the chess and calligraphy competition the next day,

had mocked Yvette earlier felt a bit regretful now, thinking they

Next to her, Rebecca was unusually quiet. She only stared at Yvette with an unreadable expression, thinking, ‘Maybe Grandpa was right. We shouldn’t underestimate one like Yvette. I

a sheet as she locked her gaze on Yvette. Her eyes

could Yvette be 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 few days? I’ve carefully prepared for it,

up life. Yet, Yvette had just played

defeat. She forced herself to calm down and thought. There

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

students didn’t understand what he meant

by he can’t give a score? Does he have some bias against

think so. Didn’t he just invite Yvette to sit with him earlier?

earlier. Let’s see what

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

uproar as everyone thought he was already holding