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

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

is

same piece Evelina played? Why does

it’s not the music that’s bad, it’s just someone with butterfingers pretending to be a

a few solo concerts

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

one fishing for fame has

Evelina have no shame? Does Mr. Dashiell

violinist is the real Maestro Adagio? Just that

such a tease! I bet Maestro Adagio’s

esteemed VIPs see behind

you’ve ruined me for life, you owe

Hamilton

and gushing praise pile up in the

bitch

take it anymore and hurled her phone away, screaming and

muffled, her face still swollen from a beating,