Chapter 97
Chapter 97:
Bella gave a modest smile, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. “I’m flattered. I’ll just do my best. Everyone’s been great tonight, and I heard Yelena signed up too. I didn’t see her earlier. Maybe she’ll surprise us and do even better?” Her words were laced with subtle malice.
In reality, Bella was eagerly waiting for Yelena to make a mistake—publicly. She had been anticipating this moment for a long time, and the thought of seeing Yelena humiliated brought a dark gleam to Bella’s eyes.
Madonna let out a dismissive laugh, shaking her head. “Bella, are you serious? Everyone’s been gossiping about whether Yelena’s completely lost her mind. Doesn’t she know her own limitations? How could she possibly think she has the chops to perform on the piano? Does she really believe she can rely on luck again to pull this through like the last time with the exam? She’s just desperate for attention, isn’t she p>
Madonna’s voice dripped with disdain as she continued. “Honestly, it’s shameless—doesn’t she know her own worth? I bet she’s going to embarrass herself soon enough p>
Bella, maintaining her smile, responded gently, “Oh, don’t be too harsh. Yelena looks confident. Let’s at least give her a chance p>
Madonna scoffed, her expression twisting with amusement. “Oh, I’m worried my ears might be in for a torture session. But, it’s been a while since I’ve had a good laugh, so I guess it could be entertaining p>
Everyone seemed certain that Yelena lacked the ability to play the piano. After all, she had been with the Harris family for quite some time, yet Bella had never once seen her sit at the piano.
In the grand living room of the Harris villa, there was a piano worth millions, but Yelena had never touched it. It was almost as if the family knew her limitations and had deliberately chosen not to put her in a position where she could be uncomfortable.
But tonight, Yelena would have to face her critics, and Madonna could hardly wait to see it unfold.
– 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
The host’s voice echoed through the venue, signaling that it was time for Bella to take the stage.
With a confident smile, Bella walked gracefully to the center of the stage, instantly commanding the room’s attention. Her striking appearance made it impossible for anyone to look away.
She had chosen a red chiffon dress—bold and eye-catching, the color perfect for standing out. The sheer fabric clung to her frame, highlighting her contour and adding an element of mystery.
Her makeup was flawless, and her unique outfit radiated elegance, ensuring she shone brightly, even without a single movement.
Madonna let out a dismissive laugh, shaking her head. “Bella, are you serious? Everyone’s been gossiping about whether Yelena’s completely lost her mind. Doesn’t she know her own limitations? How could she possibly think she has the chops to perform on the piano? Does she really believe she can rely on luck again to pull this through like the last time with the exam? She’s just desperate for attention, isn’t she p>
Madonna’s voice dripped with disdain as she continued. “Honestly, it’s shameless—doesn’t she know her own worth? I bet she’s going to embarrass herself soon enough p>
Bella, maintaining her smile, responded gently, “Oh, don’t be too harsh. Yelena looks confident. Let’s at least give her a chance p>
Madonna scoffed, her expression twisting with amusement. “Oh, I’m worried my ears might be in for a torture session. But, it’s been a while since I’ve had a good laugh, so I guess it could be entertaining p>