Chapter 11
Chapter 11:
“It’s alright. By the way, I heard Annabel is very talented. There’s a piano on the stage. How about we have a competition, just to liven the mood here p>
Annabel’s eyes narrowed as she stared at her. People assumed she was a pauper from the slums. From where did Heather get the information that she was talented?
It was crystal clear that Heather wanted to humiliate her.
Without waiting for Annabel’s answer, Heather went straight to the piano. As a member of a reputable family and Rupert’s childhood sweetheart, she easily attracted everyone’s attention.
Heather skillfully played the piece that she was very familiar with. A tumult of clapping and praises broke out when she was done.
After descending the stage majestically, Heather said to Annabel, “I didn’t put in my best. Your turn, Annabel. Let’s see if you are good enough p>
Heather’s friends began to jeer.
“You were amazing up there, girl. Totally amazing p>
“What are you waiting for, Annabel? Go up there and show us what you’ve got! Or don’t you know how to play the piano? Oh, no! It would be a slap in the face for Rupert if his fiancée can’t play a simple musical instrument p>
The guests around watched as Heather’s friends urged Annabel on. Some of them had already written her off, shaking their heads in disappointment. Erica noticed everything. She was embarrassed, and her disgust for Annabel grew even stronger.
Finally, Annabel said with a smile, “I’m not hesitating because I don’t know how to play. It’s just that playing the piano here makes me feel like a busker. Anyway, if you insist p>
She set down her wineglass and gracefully went up onto the stage.
She intentionally chose the same piece her opponent had played. Heather wanted to humiliate her, but what she didn’t know was that Annabel had become a pro at playing the piano when she was just ten years old.
No one could humiliate her.
Soft, melodious music soon filled the quiet banquet hall. Shortly after, some of the guests paired up and began to dance to the rhythm. The scene was beautiful and heavenly.
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Some of the guests had great knowledge of the piano. Even those who didn’t know much could tell that Annabel’s rendition was far better than Heather’s.
Rupert, who was busy exchanging pleasantries, was stunned. He turned around to see who was playing the piano.
He saw that she was in a light blue dress, her curly hair hanging casually down her back and around her profile. At this moment, her eyes were closed as she pressed the keys with her slender fingers. Her looks and mannerisms made her seem angelic.
The guests who weren’t dancing were held spellbound by the rendition.
The whole scene burst Heather’s bubble. She froze as if she were a pillar of salt. Her face was so red that one would think she had just been slapped hard.
Annabel could play the piano so well, even better than her. How was this even possible?
Annabel ended the rendition with a bang. During the thunderous round of applause, she came down gracefully.
“You are indeed talented, Annabel. Your skills are much better than mine.” Despite the embarrassment and anger Heather was feeling, she had to admit defeat.
What an insult. A countrywoman had just defeated her—a classy woman from a wealthy background.
“You also played well, Heather,” Annabel said perfunctorily.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a well-ironed black suit began to approach them.
Annabel’s eyes widened. She knew this man far too well. He was Jayden Potter, her family’s butler. Why was he here? Was her identity going to be exposed?