The confident smile on Elara Hale’s lips stiffened slightly.
No matter how self-assured she was, she wasn’t so conceited as to think Nicholas was smiling so happily because of her performance.
It was because…
Of the person on the other end of that phone call.
She pursed her lips and subconsciously glanced at Isabella.
Isabella was glaring at her, her expression sour, but her hands were empty. No phone.
It wasn't Isabella.
Then… who could it be?
Elara Hale pursed her lips, about to look away.
Suddenly, her gaze passed over the crowd and landed on a corner of the room.
There…
A faint glow from a phone screen.
But before Elara Hale could get a closer look, she heard Old Mr. Blackwood’s cheerful laughter. “My, this young lady plays the piano wonderfully! Even Mr. Kessler is full of praise. Truly excellent!”
Elara Hale's attention was pulled back to the Blackwood family.
She looked at the man still hunched over his phone, typing, and felt a pang of disappointment.
This feeling stemmed from the fact that…
She had put in so much effort, even boldly declaring her intentions.
And yet, Nicholas hadn't spared her so much as a glance.
Elara Hale had always been a confident and bold person, not one to bottle up her grievances.
She looked up, her face composed with the grace of a well-bred lady, and asked directly, word by word, “In that case, Old Mr. Blackwood, do you think I, Elara Hale, am worthy of standing by Nicholas’s side?”
An uproar swept through the room once more.
No one had expected Elara Hale to be so direct.
All eyes turned to Old Mr. Blackwood and Nicholas, eager to see their reactions.
Old Mr. Blackwood was still smiling genially. “A young woman as outstanding as you, Miss Hale, is worthy of standing anywhere. I admire you very much myself.”
Did that mean…
Old Mr. Blackwood approved of Elara Hale?
In that case, was Miss Lancaster out of the picture?
The crowd’s gaze shifted.
“However…”
Old Mr. Blackwood smiled meaningfully, his tone shifting. “This troublesome grandson of mine… he’s already spoken for. My future granddaughter-in-law is already chosen.”
The words “spoken for” were like a stone tossed into a calm lake, sending ripples through the crowd.
Everyone was stunned.
Nicholas… was taken?!
Since when?
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