Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 373

Grandma Hazel noticed the anxious look on Rosita's face and said gently, "Ms. Lockwood, if you're feeling unsure, how about we do a little sound check first?"

A sound check?

The thought alone made Rosita's heart race. There was no way she could agree to that!

Briony caught the flicker of panic in Rosita's eyes and nearly had to bite back a laugh.

After just three days of lessons, Gwendolyn White had discovered that Rosita's struggles weren't just about her poor attitude-she had a fatal flaw: she was completely tone-deaf.

Some people just want too much, Briony thought. Rosita was never content, always hungry for more. The higher she was lifted, the more she craved, until her ambition became both her greatest strength and her inevitable downfall.

Still, Briony wasn't planning to expose her today. Yesterday and today were just warm-ups. The real showdown would be on the day Ottilie took the crown.

"How about this," Briony turned to Grandma Hazel. "Ma'am, Ms. Lockwood seems a bit nervous. Why don't we all sing the piece together, as a group?"

Rosita shot Briony a wary glance.

knowing

smile and reply, "I think

to hear each

way she

could go first," she suggested quickly. "I'm a bit thirsty, I'll just grab

exchanged puzzled glances. They didn't know Rosita well enough to judge, assuming perhaps she was just shy or used

Rosita could have swallowed poison and lost her

water for as long as she could. By the time she returned, the rest

took her seat

to her.

Rosita nodded. "Alright."

Hazel struck a chord on the

recall what she'd heard and, stumbling

cracked on one note.

hand to

well lately, and I'm a bit nervous meeting a teacher as accomplished as you, Grandma Hazel. I'm afraid I