Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 181

Lizette gave Yolanda a knowing wink.

You must’ve thought the same thing, huh?”

Yolanda cracked a smile, grabbed Lizetta’s hand, and bubbled with excitement.

“C’mon, what’re we waiting for? She’s practically asking for a facepalm moment. We’re both drop–dead gorgeous with hearts of gold – gotta help a girl out! You go freshen up, and I’ll pick out something fab for you to wear.”

Half an hour later.

At the Hawthorne family villa, Evelina was clenching her phone so hard that the veins on the back of her hand were popping out in pure fury.

April tried to calm her down, “Eve, maybe you should just stop looking at it; give it to me!”

Evelina was fuming over a live stream Lizetta had started on Twitter.

The netizens had been led by an army of trolls to trash talk and mock under the Twitter post about Maestro Adagio’s appearance, demanding Lizetta to respond.

And respond she did, with a live stream, where she played the very piece she had composed, live for everyone.

In the stream, Lizetta was dressed in a sleek, forest green gown, a fox mask covering her face, revealing just a hint of her chin. Her hair cascaded freely down her back as she stood elegantly in the sunlight streaming through the floor–to–ceiling windows, violin in hand.

As sh

like dew in the dawn or a gentle stream, emotive and captivating. Both the melody and the graceful scene in the live

this is too good.]

same piece Evelina played? Why does it

music that’s bad, it’s just someone with butterfingers pretending to

solo concerts abroad? That’s

a pro: Evelina’s concerts were just pay–to–play, no real prestige, those

for fame has been caught, folks. Case closed.]

no shame? Does Mr. Dashiell know about

Maestro Adagio? Just that silhouette in the sunlight and I’m head over

such a tease! I bet Maestro Adagio’s a

esteemed VIPs see behind the mask C’mon, take it

you’ve ruined me for life, you owe

my Hamilton crushes on is amazing!]

comments and gushing praise pile up in the live

bitch

her phone away, screaming and pounding the bed

her face still swollen from a beating, and