Chapter 514

Her smile was as tender as a spring morning, but the words that slipped through those lips were as fake as a three–dollar bill.

Brielle’s silence spoke volumes, prompting a knowing glance between Alivia and Tessa, both shimmering with smug satisfaction. How could a woman who couldn’t even play chopsticks on the piano have caught Max’s eye? It seemed unfathomable. She could only hold someone’s attention for so long before being tossed aside like last season’s fashion.

That was the collective thought buzzing around the room. A few snickers broke out among the crowd.

However, Brielle stood up amidst the laughter and piercing stares, exuding a calm that seemed to quiet the room. “What can I do for you, Ms. Tessa?”

When Brielle spoke, Tessa’s brow furrowed into a frown, her voice laced with mockery. “Play a duet with me. Either we do a four–hand performance on the piano, or perhaps, Ms. Brielle, you’d like to sing us a song instead?”

The insinuation was clear. Was she insinuating that Brielle was some kind of entertainer, there to sing for her supper?

If Brielle agreed to a four–hand duet, who knew what Tessa might play? If it turned out to be something Brielle didn’t know, she’d be caught in a trap, her embarrassment serving as the evening’s entertainment.

The onlookers were thrilled at the prospect of the drama unfolding, while the men continued to prattle on about stocks and bonds, oblivious to the brewing storm.

chimed in with feigned concern, “Brielle, if you’re not

yourself.”

taken her seat at the piano and started playing with unwavering confidence. Alivia was about to join Tessa for the duet, but Brielle had other plans. She stepped to the side

the bow caressed the strings, the music

duet, not wanting to give Tessa any more chances to trip her up. Instead, she chose the violin to

mentioned an upcoming mini–concert for the

the still of the night, its notes intertwining with the piano’s melody, each enhancing the other.

fingers curled into her palm,

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who had been eagerly awaiting a spectacle, now wore strained smiles, at mixture of anger and frustration coloring their

the entire room, drawing. the

the spotlight of the high society’s gaze. Her fingers trembled, barely avoiding a catastrophic

simple attire, her violin tucked under her chin. She exuded an aloof, detached air, her posture

especially galling was the sight of

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