Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Bonnie felt a bit confused about what was happening. Unbeknownst to her, the rules for this year’s Art Festival had been. announced while she was asleep.

It was now rehearsal time for the piano competition participants. If Bonnie had not fallen asleep. Yvette would have already Jeft.

“Yve, what do we do now? Have they explained the rules?” Bonnie asked.

Yvette nodded, and Ryan, standing beside her, piped up, “Bonnie, they’ve already told us the festival rules are the same as last year. It’s still a point system. The only difference is that each person can enter four events this year.

Bonnie shook her head, still confused. What a weird rule. Each person can participate in four events? This is redundant because no one’s doing that. Which oddball on the student council thought of this? How unnecessary, she thought.

Bonnie was not the only one thinking this way. Ryan also felt that entering four events was too much; there was no way anyone could win all four. The rule was not logical at all.

“Let’s go. The cafeteria is serving your favorite buffalo wings today,” Yvette said.

Ryan was surprised. He did not expect Yvette to remember what Bonnie liked to eat. Perhaps she was not as cold and unapproachable as people thought.

Bonnie’s mouth started watering. The cafeteria had three delicious dishes: ribs, chicken wings, and the quiche that was only available on Fridays. Getting one’s hands on them depended on luck because they were snatched up fast.

Bonnie was about to get up but thought better of it and sat back down. She had been asleep for so long that she did not even notice her legs were numb.

Bonnie had a miserable look on her face. She

ne was feeling upset because she would not make it in time to get the buffalo wings.

“Yve, my legs are numb. Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll just stay here,” she said, swallowing hard.

Yvette had just gotten up but sat back down. Tm not going. I’ll stay here with you,” she said, her tone cold as ever.

Bonnie gave a silly grin. “You’re the best, Yve.”

Ryan, off to the side, suddenly felt a pang of envy. He envied Bonnie and Yvette. Their friendship was genuine and beautiful, something he could never have. Being born into the Lewis family meant he would never have any true friends.

On stage, Ruby, for some reason, glanced behind her. Seeing Yvette, Bonnie, and Ryan still there made her secretly happy. Soon, she would make sure Yvette saw just how much better she was than her.

Ruby sat elegantly at the piano and lifted her hands. The light around her and the piano created a perfect atmosphere. As her fingers fluttered across the keys, a slow, beautiful melody filled the auditorium. Everyone listened quietly.

Seeing the audience entranced, Ruby felt proud. She specifically arranged this rehearsal to intimidate the other contestants and make them back down. There was also a surprise bonus: showing Yvette the difference in their abilities.

It was Bonnie’s first time hearing Ruby play the piano. Although Ruby’s personality was not great, to be fair, her skills were undeniable, even to someone like her who knew nothing about the piano.

Bonnie saw that Yvette had her eyes closed and thought she was enjoying the piano music, so she whispered, “Yve, Ruby’s piano skills are pretty good, huh?”

Yvette stopped swinging her leg and turned to look at Bonnie.

She squinted her pretty eyes and explained slowly and calmly, ‘s average. She played the second bar of the first section and the third bar of the second section wrong. There was no feeling in it.”

Bonnie’s mouth dropped open. Yvette’s critique sounded rather professional. Yvette’s comments even made Ryan turn around.

No wonder he felt something was off while listening to Ruby play earlier, but could not quite place it. Once Yvette pointed it out, he understood. It was not just about hitting the wrong notes.

The main issue was that Ruby’s playing lacked emotion. She was just showing off her technique, which might fool those with an untrained car.

Yvette’s observations were spot-on. These were not words one would expect from someone who knew nothing about the” piano. Hence, Ryan was certain that Yvette not only knew how to play the piano but also had deep expertise.

None of them noticed a man wearing a white casual outfit and a baseball cap sitting in the second last row. That man was Zion. He had snuck in to watch Ruby’s performance today.

Ruby had left a strong impression on him. Initially, she approached him, expressing her desire to get a chance to join his studio. He had given Ruby that chance but was not very impressed with her piano playing. It was skillful but lacked emotion.

Playing the piano without emotion was practically a joke, so he turned her down. After that, Ruby tried all sorts of ways to get close to him, but Zion was put off by such tactics, so he never gave her another chance.

Argrol University had been reaching out to him for two years to invite him to be a guest speaker. If he refused again, it would not look good:

After all. Argrol University was a prestigious institution with a century-long history. If others caught wind of his constant rejection, it would not look good. Also, he was good friends with Simon, hence, he agreed to attend this year’s Art Festival.

Today, Zion dropped by the piano rehearsal on a whim. He wanted to see if Ruby had improved over the past two years. Hearing her play, Zion was disappointed yet again. She still was not playing with any emotion!

After listening for a while, Zion was about to leave but unexpectedly overheard Yvette’s comment as he passed the last row,

Zion was pleasantly surprised. Someone who could make such an assessment must really know the piano well.

Her voice sounded somewhat cold, but he could tell it was a young girl’s voice. For her to be here at this hour, she was more than likely to be an Argrol University student.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Zion stopped in his tracks, looking excitedly at Yvette sitting inside, his eyes bright and his voice full of anticipation. He approached her and asked, “Excuse me, do you also play the piano? If it’s possible, I hope you could help guide my student.”

Yvette and Bonnie stopped talking and both looked up at the person speaking. Zion took off his baseball cap.

His face was handsome, with well-defined features and sharp lines. His eyes, bright like stars, shone with intelligence. He was of average height, slightly slender, and had a gentle smile on his lips. He had a gentle and graceful aura

Yvette restrained the smile in her eyes. She lazily plopped her arm on the armrest and replied languidly, “I don’t know how

Zion could not believe it. How could she not know how to? Would someone who doesn’t know how to play the piano be able to make such an observation? he thought.

Zion wanted to ask another question when Yvette glanced at him He could see the annoyance practically burning in her eyes.

This feeling was somewhat new to him. Ever since he became famous, it had been a long time since anyone had treated him this way. But since she did not want to talk about it, he could keep pressing

Zion apologized for bothering her and left. When he reached the door, something came to mind, so he turned back, pulled a business card from his pocket, and handed it over.

Bonnie instinctively took it. She was aware enough to know it was not meant for her.

“Here’s my card. I hope we get a chance to talk sometime. With that, Zion walked away and did not come back.