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

Chapter 561

That afternoon, Jeremiah renamed to the medical lab to bring the back to the mansion. Inside, Sienna sat on the couch. with a freshly delivered invitation card lying on the table in front of her

She opened the cant and scanned it just as Voette and Jeremiah walked in Sienna quickly set the card down and greeted them with a smile. "Yvette. Jeremiah, you're back!

Yvette nodded and walked over to the couch, her eyes drifting the invitation on the table. The moment she sported the emblem, het gare quickly averted.

This is an invitation from Elliot, Sienna said, picking up the card. "He had someone deliver it-it's for his recital at Golden 1xhibit Center in three says"

The door opened, and Frankie, Chris, and Bruce stepped in, overhearing Sienna's last words. Frankie, always blunt, scoffed I swear, every time I walk in, it's about another fancy event. Don't these so-called elites ever take a break!" Chris, calmly pulling off his shoes, replied, "Your family counts as elite in Quakersville, you know." Frankie paused. momentanly lost for words.

Bruce walked over, settling next to Sienna. Elliot? The world-renowned musician from that prestigious family known for their music he mused. Having attended concerts and art exhibitions often, Bruce knew a bit about the Ross family. jeremiah placed a glass of warm water in front of Yvette and sat down beside her. The temperature's just night," he said. Yvette glanced up, took a sip, and set the glass back on the table,

Sienna. Bruce. Chris, and Frankie couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. It was as if Jeremiah were caring for Yvette like a

hild

"Yes. That's the Ross family" Sienna continued. "This generation has two

sons. Not both went into music, though.

Elliot became a pianist, and Derek went into business. Derek now owns Mysonna's largest club chain, with locations all over the world. Ours an artist, the other a businessman-both accomplished." Bruce nodded thoughtfully Ive attended two of Elliot's performances.

His famous piece Despaired Soul is undeniably a masterpiece, but honestly. I think the praise is a bit exaggerated. It's powerful and groundbreaking, but his performance lacks soul. It's paradoxical"

head. It was battling how someone could fail

in comparison-it was like night and day. Without being

was shsappointing. I also heard a

on a plate. Yvette let out a slow yawn, frowned slightly, and casually said. "Despaired Soul

watched er graceful figure disappear, thinking to himsell, Her connection to

had said "That Yvette just say that Elliot x most famoses piece, Despaired

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truly capture the depth and essence of a masterpiece like that. He trusted Yvette's judgment without a second

Yvette had said. If Yvette had told them that the world would end tomorrow, they'd have believed her without a

Cries.

the invitation again and asked, "So, what should we do with this? Should

with a shrug. "Yeah, why bother with a recital by someone

was about to throw the card away, Jeremiah stood up, adjusted his sleeve, glanced at the card, and said quietly, "Keep it" He then turned and headed upstairs. Sienna froze, holding the card mid-air before setting it back on the table. Bruce,

the bedroom, Yvette stepped out of the walk-in closet, now dressed in casual loungewear. Jeremiah leaned against the wall, his

right away. Instead, she walked to the balcony, letting the warm, soothing afternoon sunlight wash over her. The air felt soft and fragrant, the faint scent of blooming flowers carried by a gentle breeze that mingled with the rustling of leaves, all beneath the brilliant blue of the

glass of orange juice as he joined her at the railing. He didn't push

it, though she couldn't help thinking she'd rather

I was little, I spent a lot of time in the

with them for

was like-violent, lawless, filled with bloodshed drugs, and human trafficking. The thought of Yvette, so young and delicate, surviving in that kind of hell made