The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 165

"You're killing me with laughter! Are you seriously trying to tell me she's some undercover queen of disguise?" Jasper was practically in stitches, tears brimming in his eyes. "Hahaha, have you been reading too many thrillers and now you're just daydreaming?"

Abby was about to explode with anger, ready to march over, but Stella held her back.

"Let it go, Abby. The show is about to start. Don't let someone like that ruin the performance."

Abby was fuming. "What's wrong with that guy?"

Stella shrugged, "Maybe he's been hanging around someone who's seriously lost

it and now he's caught the fever himself."

Abby threw up her hands in exaggerated terror. "I'm staying five feet back - wouldn't want to 'accidentally' trip and get blamed for damaging national treasures." She jerked her chin toward the exit. "Star, Marvin - wheels up before the drama catches fire."

She knew Stella and Marvin were about to take the stage. Stirring up trouble now could mess with their performance, and that was the last thing Abby wanted.

"Alright folks, I'm out too. Don't forget to get yourself a new pair

under his

Stella's retreating figure,

sure Stella can't play

don't know. I've never seen her

"I once saw Mom looking

to Keen, "Sheet music? Did she ever mention

Grandma

named "Nocturne Stella" at a music shop not

prodigy in the music world, sweeping countless violin competitions and reigning supreme during her peak. Tragically, she passed away at a young age, leaving a void that many mourned. Her compositions became timeless classics,

connect it to Stella or Nora. It wasn't until Stella mentioned that it was her mother's violin that

hearing all this, shrugged it off. "Just because her mom was great doesn't mean she is. Haynie and Keen both

Rachel still deep in thought, Jasper reassured her, "Rachel, remember, it takes years of practice to shine on stage. Even if you're sick, as long as you're able, you'd keep practicing. Stella hasn't played in years.