The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 407

Stella and Abby turned at the sound of footsteps and saw a young woman standing uncertainly in the doorway, glancing around.

Stella walked over and smiled. "Yes, this is S&A Studio. Are you here for the audition?"

The young woman nodded, looking a little nervous.

"My name is Candida Fletcher. I'm here to interview for the pianist position."

She handed Stella a neatly prepared resume.

Stella took the resume and scanned it, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Candida was not just a pianist—she was a talented violinist as well. Her piano credentials were impressive: Grade 10 certification, and a string of solid results from various international competitions-some of which were quite prestigious.

Stella nodded approvingly. "Would you mind playing something for us right now?"

Candida nodded again and quietly made her way over to the piano. She adjusted the bench, pressed a few keys to get a feel for the instrument, then began to play.

Her foundation was rock-solid. Every movement was precise-her technique flawless.

then, something went

nerves. Maybe something else. But in the middle of an otherwise beautiful

live audition isn't usually disastrous, as long as the performer recovers quickly. But Candida froze, as if the mistake had shattered her composure. The music faltered-a

white as paper.

unshed tears, her expression exhausted and

spoke softly. "It's alright. It was just one wrong note. Why

Candida took a deep breath and returned to the piano. This time, her performance was flawless

skills are outstanding. Why

Candida's problem wasn't technique, it was

the music

mind me asking, why did you

long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. She answered in a low voice, "Back then... my boyfriend was in a car accident and lost his sight.

Abby

gently, "Miss Fletcher, we're truly sorry for what you and your boyfriend went through. But.. you know how it works in this field. There's

you misunderstand. He regained his sight three years ago. It's just... I couldn't bring myself to leave him, so I didn't go back