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

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

is

tell me, is this the same

that’s bad,

have a few solo concerts abroad? That’s

concerts were just pay–to–play, no real prestige, those

for fame has been

shame? Does Mr. Dashiell know about this?

Maestro Adagio? Just that silhouette in the sunlight and I’m head over heels, wifey check

a tease! I bet

can’t us esteemed VIPs see behind the mask C’mon, take

ruined

wonder the woman my Hamilton

and gushing praise pile up in the live

That bitch

couldn’t take it anymore and hurled her phone

words were muffled, her face still swollen from a beating, and