The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

"Call Harry arrogant all you want, but the guy's got the skills to back it up. If you want to shut him up, beat him at his own game and rub his nose in it.

Otherwise? Keep your head down and accept it. If a genius gets cocky, can you really blame them?"

"Exactly! If I were that talented, I'd be boasting too!"

The crowd buzzed with mixed opinions about Harry. Some admired him, some resented his attitude, but nobody questioned his talent. And not a single person thought Stella stood a chance against him.

Antoney leaned in and whispered, "Star, don't do it. The bet's already settled- you kept your end of the bargain."

Harry caught the tension and shot Stella a mocking grin. "What's wrong, Stella? Didn't you say you wanted to avenge your mom and your mentor? Getting cold feet now?"

He sneered, "You clearly don't have half the courage your mother did. No wonder you're still just a rookie."

Antoney's eyes flashed. "You're supposed to be her senior, from my mentor's generation, and you're challenging a newcomer? Aren't you the least bit ashamed?"

Harry's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Oh, Mr. Watson, don't be so naive. Music doesn't care about borders-or about age. Plenty of veterans have challenged me, and I never backed down just because they'd been around longer."

He paused, letting that sink in.

who lack the skills always look for

but Stella stopped him with a

Harry. "This is between you and me. There's no need to

caught off

take me on alone?" he said, almost incredulous. "If you and Antoney

dead weight. But on your own? You really

of everyone, basically telling the crowd

Mr. Harry? Would you rather I just quit the competition

If

gets defeated and

words,

step away. But making someone quit without even giving them a chance-that's just

how talented or arrogant

He let out

the fire, don't

turned to the event

over, right? Let's have one more match.