The piano was also Stella Seymour’s forte; she had won many awards for it, both dostically and internationally.
Stella reluctantly nodded. In her heart, she planned to humiliate lody Thorne.
Beating her at the piano should barely be possible.
"I agree."
"Whatever," lody Thorne replied sowhat nonchalantly.
Stella beca even more furious, turning angrily towards a nearby piano.
"Playing piece by piece is too ti-consuming. Why not play together?" lody Thorne approached another piano.
Rhys was speechless, thinking, "This isn’t sothing else; how can you play a piano together?"
lody’s fingers touched the keys, beginning her favorite Fraelance romantic piece, a famous song narrating a tragic love story.
As the sound erged, Stella and Rhys both were shocked because this piece was incredibly hard to play, not sothing that anyone without professional training could complete.
It seed like she had so foundation; Stella sneered and comnced playing romantic music as well, planning to have a proper match with her.
But just as her fingers touched the keys, failing to catch up with lody’s tempo, lody swiftly switched to another famous piece, and Stella followed, then lody changed again.
As this back and forth continued, Stella grew more and more anxious. lody was changing pieces at an especially rapid pace, almost every two minutes, and each one was a masterpiece.
She wasn’t really playing the piano but rather playing with it. After dozens of pieces, Stella’s face beca increasingly gloomy; she was already a bit disoriented and just when she seed ready to catch up...
With a "snap," lody closed the piano before her.
At that mont, Stella was glaring at the piano in front of her, without needing anyone to remind her of the result. She knew that, no matter who started first, the result was that she lost. She had been flustered from the start, trying to chase but never catching up.
"It’s just a child’s ga; there’s no need for you two to take it too seriously," Rhys walked over in large strides to comfort Stella’s sowhat defeated mood, whispering, "Trust , she only won by luck."
"Is that so?" Stella squinted, noticing that now all eyes were on lody and not on her.
It was as if she envisaged a day when she would defeat lody, taking away all her brilliance.
"lody Thorne, since we’ve started this ga, let’s see it to the end. This was just an appetizer," Stella boldly stepped off the stage, blocking lody’s way.
"At your leisure," lody’s expression was sowhat arrogant.
As if saying, "Co on, I’m not afraid of anyone." She could do anything, and for all this, she had to thank her forr self, obsessed with Jared Quinn, for becoming capable of everything.
Stella felt truly challenged; never had anyone provoked her like this.
Several black lines ford on Rhys’s forehead. Everything about Stella was great, except that she was spoiled and used to ignoring her opponents. lody was certainly a hidden talent.
From the look of things, just her reckless and willful deanor had already lost to lody.
Below the stage, the audience watched wide-eyed as the two won competed from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to fencing, just a step away from fighting on stage, from the big to the small.
Stella, looking so strong, found herself sohow bested in every round by lody, to the point where even Rhys was left speechless.
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