My One in a Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 243

“Then play for me.” Ashlyn lifted her chin slightly. “If you can’t even play in front of me, how are you going to perform in front of the audiences on Gala Night itself? With all those formless and faceless people staring at you?”

Charlotte bit her lip. “I…”

It took all of her resolve to place her bow on the strings. Then, she started to play.

Perhaps she was too nervous, she played a few notes wrong.

Ashlyn stopped her and focused her gaze on Charlotte. “Don’t be so tense. You need to relax your fingers a little so you can play the vibrato properly. Here, let me show you.”

With that, Ashlyn took the bow and cello over and began to play, explaining as she went. “Be mindful of the upbows, downbows and how many notes you string together in one stroke. For the vibrato, the slower you move your fingers, the more drawn-out and mournful the sound would be.”

The low humming of the cello rang out again, the melodious tune caught everyone’s attention. Even the dancers had turned their heads to look.

Ashlyn was completely unaware of everybody else’s reactions as she instructed Charlotte, “See? If you move your fingers faster, the vibrato sounds a little more urgent and excited.”

Finished playing the song, she handed the instrument back to the younger woman. “Now, you try.”

“You… You play better than my uncle!” Charlotte’s eyes were shining with admiration and awe as she stared at Ashlyn. She loved the cello and had been learning from her Uncle Lochlan since she was a young girl.

Ashlyn encouraged with a grin. She was not the slightest

from other co-producers, everyone snapped out of the dreamlike haze they had

there, they had been lost in the divine music emanating from the

time Ashlyn emerged from the

performers, taking in how they drooped like wilted flowers. Everyone

as

black Bentley came to

It was Lucas.

her brows and was just wondering what to do when her

came through the phone,

equally chilly tone, “I drove my own car here;

not wait for a reply before she hung up. Starting up the engine, she headed for

hour later, she parked at the entrance of the hotel and

shot a smirk at him and said, “C’mon, Pierre. Dinner’s on

join the dancers? You have great talent!” Beside her, Pierre’s voice carried a regretful

“Not interested.”

two of them entered the

saw how the two of them were all smiles as they