Chapter 217

“Ms. Carmichael, how about a performance? It is Elbert's birthday, after all. Even if you didn't bring a proper gift, surely you won't begrudge us a song."

"Yes, Ms. Carmichael, you're a Carmichael, after all. Don't tell us you can't even play the piano?"

"Don't worry-even if you're not as talented as Miss Regina, we won't laugh at you. There aren't many prodigies like her, you know."

A number of guests began to chime in, some simply eager for drama, others— wealthy young men with less-than-honorable intentions-openly eyeing Citrine with bold, hungry gazes.

At that moment, Elbert finally spoke up.

“Ms. Carmichael, it's my birthday today. Since everyone wants to see you perform, do me the honor and play a piece, won't you?"

Elbert didn't actually believe Citrine had any real talent; he just wanted to see her make a spectacle of herself.

see right through him. Without hesitation, she declined. “Elbert, I'm really not very good. I'd rather

pressed together, her

had she finished speaking than the murmurs around the room

petty woman. It's just a piano

the

her, Miss Regina is so much more

Weston could barely contain himself. His face darkened, and

another word about my granddaughter! Tired of living, are you, picking a fight with the Carmichael family?" He almost never threw

begging him to keep his

his outburst, the room fell

Carmichaels were the top family in Havencrest-Weston's reaction left no doubt

word, nor

"Come on, Weston,

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