But she never got the chance to speak.
Seated at the piano, Serena’s slender, elegant fingers were already on the black and white keys.
Slowly, she pressed down.
The moment the first note flowed from the piano, Isabella’s face went deathly pale.
That was…
That was the piece she had just played!
The original song she had just performed!
How could Serena know how to play it?!
Impossible!
That was her original composition!
This was the first time she had ever performed it publicly.
How did Serena know it?
Could it be… she learned it just by listening to it once?
How was that possible?! How could Serena possess such an incredible gift?
But as the notes continued to pour forth…
It was a complete and perfect replication of her original piece.
No!
It wasn't a replication.
It was an elevation.
The beautiful notes danced at Serena’s fingertips.
Across the hall, guests closed their eyes, completely mesmerized.
“This… this is the same piece the young Miss Lancaster played just a moment ago!”
“It’s true, it’s just as this young lady said. Miss Lancaster’s performance really did have mistakes! And they weren't minor flaws, either!”
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