The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 456
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Chapter 456:
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“Miss Burgess, Miss Ashton, your eagerness to perform first speaks volumes. Why involve me? Today belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Archer. As their guests, shouldn’t we preserve their spotlight rather than… resort to street entertainment?”
A ripple of laughter floated through the crowd, and even Chelsea’s sullen expression softened at Corrine’s clever retort.
She had mistakenly assumed Corrine would remain passive, accepting others’ dominance without resistance. Leah’s composure cracked at the subtle jab.
The urge to silence Corrine’s sharp tongue consumed her thoughts, but before she could respond, Rita burst out, her control shattering.
“Are you implying we’re street entertainers?”
Sensing disaster, Leah swiftly grasped Rita’s hand in warning.
“We were simply carried away by our admiration for Mr. and Mrs. Archer’s devotion,” she offered smoothly.
“Please forgive our oversight in breaking protocol.”
Her practiced humility left Calan and Meg no room for objection.
“However…” Leah deftly steered attention back to Corrine.
“On this momentous occasion, perhaps Miss Holland might honor us with a piece to elevate the celebration?”
The moment had arrived where evasion became impossible. Corrine drew a measured breath, passing her glass to Nate with practiced grace.
“It would be discourteous to decline.”
gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻
She glided toward the stage’s grand piano, her movements fluid and deliberate.
“Years have passed since I last practiced, leaving my skills rather rusty. I hope you’ll forgive any imperfections.”
“Such modesty, Miss Holland,” Leah remarked, her words barbed with challenge.
A knowing smile graced Corrine’s lips as understanding flickered in her eyes. She had anticipated Leah’s persistence but wondered if the outcome would match her opponent’s expectations.
“I dedicate this piece to Mr. and Mrs. Archer—may their love flourish eternally.” She settled onto the piano bench, her dress arranged with careful precision.
Her fingers awakened the keys with ethereal grace, coaxing forth melodies that transformed the banquet hall into a sanctuary of sound. The guests surrendered to the music’s spell, their expressions melting into genuine appreciation. Corrine’s performance possessed a depth and Rita’s earlier duet.
Realization struck Leah like lightning as the familiar notes reached her ears, her fingers curling into tight fists.
Corrine had chosen their exact piece—could she truly possess such a remarkable memory?
A flash of savage intensity darkened Leah’s gaze as she watched her rival.
The stage lights bathed Corrine’s black-gowned figure in an otherworldly glow, highlighting her flawless complexion until she seemed carved from the finest porcelain. Her lips held a razor’s edge of confidence, every gesture infused with magnetic elegance.
From his seat in the resting area, Nate observed Corrine with dark eyes brimming with complex emotions.
What extraordinary fortune had brought this remarkable woman into his life?
Despite their time together and his knowledge of her past, she continued to astonish him at the most unexpected moments. She was like an intricate puzzle box, each layer revealing new wonders, perpetually fascinating and never predictable.
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