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.

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

pressed together, her face pale and

speaking than

woman. It's just a piano piece-what's

Doesn't even have the manners to

her, Miss Regina is so

criticism directed at his granddaughter, Weston could barely contain himself. His face darkened, and he slammed his hand

a fight with the Carmichael family?" He almost never

all evening, and if Citrine hadn't been begging him to keep his cool, Weston would have

the room fell instantly

left no doubt about how much he doted

nor even risk

to calm the old man. "Come on, Weston, we just wanted Ms. Carmichael to play something.

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