Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 389: Chris's eyebrow arched as he watched Maia approach the grand piano. What new talent was his wife going to reveal this time? All eyes were on Maia as she opened the piano lid and took her seat at the instrument. This took everyone by surprise. "Is she really going to play?" "Wasn't she supposed to know nothing about the piano?" "Trying to pretend, I see. Well, let's watch how she compares to Miss Morgan!" "It would be quite embarrassing if she made a spectacle of herself here." Rosanna watched, her disbelief palpable, hands clenched into fists.

Deep down, she was convinced that Maia had no idea how to play. After all, when Rosanna had rejoined the Morgan family, they hadn't even owned a piano; they had bought one specifically for Rosanna's use. Jarrod, unable to contain his anger, erupted. "Maia, stop this farce! Get down from there before you humiliate yourself and disgrace us all!" Maia seemed unfazed by Jarrod's outburst, casually positioning her left hand on the piano keys, foregoing any warm-up. Then, with a stroke that resonated through the silence, she struck a note that reverberated around the room, stunning everyone.

Maia's soft fingers glided effortlessly over the piano keys, like waves rolling in or stars tumbling from the heavens. The rich, clear melody immediately hushed the noise in the hall, as if the entire room's light focused solely on her. She played with only one hand, but her performance far surpassed Rosanna's earlier, laborious attempt. : gal⸽no⸽vels⸰co⸰m Rosanna was utterly defeated. Hurst, watching from the crowd, listened to the beautiful music and watched Maia, his eyes filled with a touch of admiration.

The crowd fell silent as a tall, impressive figure made their way through the people, stepped onto the stage, grabbed a violin, and headed straight for Maia. When the crowd finally got a good look at the person's face, their jaws dropped in surprise. It was Chris. Maia glanced up and saw Chris beside her, holding a violin under his chin. With smooth, fluid motions, he began to play. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. That was when she seemed to snap into focus, lifting her other hand to rest on the piano keys. Immediately, a lively yet elegant melody filled the air.

The pure, graceful sound of the violin, together with the piano, sent chills down everyone's spine. The performance was nothing short of breathtaking. No matter how many fancy concerts they had been to, none of them had ever heard a duet so perfect. "I once heard something like this at a royal concert in Galote. Maia's style is so similar to the lead pianist from that night! Could it be...?" "To play as the lead pianist at a royal concert in Galote, you'd have to be one of the best in the world! How could she be...

a phony heir who's been locked up for four years?" Rosanna's expression shifted from dark to pale, then finally to a furious red. Her eyes were locked on Maia's hands. . . .