Chapter 98
Chapter 98:
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.
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.
The host’s voice rang through the venue with infectious enthusiasm. “And now, for our grand finale, please join me in welcoming Miss Yelena Roberts to perform Moonlight Sonata! Let’s give her a warm round of applause p>
Austin’s attention snapped to the stage at the sound of the name. No wonder Domenic had struggled to find Yelena anywhere earlier—she had been preparing backstage all along. But what really struck him was the unexpected revelation that Yelena could play the piano. A hidden talent. She was truly full of surprises.
He found himself feeling an unfamiliar sense of excitement, eager for the performance he had been unknowingly waiting for all evening. As Yelena’s name echoed through the hall, the audience’s whispers grew louder. A sense of anticipation filled the air as this was the only piano performance of the night.
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A grand piano gleamed under the lights, and soon, a figure in a breathtaking white dress appeared beside it. The dress was a vision—delicate bows on the shoulders gave her an ethereal, almost otherworldly presence. But it was the white feathered mask that truly captivated everyone. It added a mysterious allure, as though she were stepping out of a dream. Yelena, with a graceful slight bow to the audience, settled at the piano.
As she took her place, the spotlight intensified, casting her in a soft glow, transforming her into a moonlit vision. She had not yet played a single note, but the murmurs from the crowd only grew louder.
“Oh my, is that really Yelena? She looks like a fairy—so beautiful and enchanting p>
“Humph, it’s all just for show! Who knows if she can even play the piano p>
“Not so fast. Look at her—she’s dressed like a seasoned performer. Maybe we’re in for a surprise p>
The audience was divided, each person speculating whether Yelena was just another amateur or a professional ready to dazzle them. They could only wait to find out.
The crowd had been whispering, eagerly waiting to see Yelena fail. They had low expectations and were sure she would embarrass herself. But Yelena remained unfazed by the murmurs and skepticism around her. She simply sat down, her slender fingers resting lightly on the piano keys. And then, without any hesitation, a melodic tune flowed effortlessly from her hands.
The audience fell into an immediate silence, the beauty of the music sweeping through the hall. The opening notes were bright and lively, like a river gliding smoothly, each note perfectly placed in harmony. As the piece progressed, it shifted, becoming more intense—dramatic highs and lows danced through the air. The transitions were so seamless, so fluid, that there wasn’t the slightest pause or misstep.