Inviting Trouble

The silence lingered in the hall until the piano sound concluded. Cynthia stood up, a gracious smile on her lips, her posture neither humble nor arrogant. "If there are anything displeasing, please forgive me."

As her words fell, the people who were still in shock gradually regained their senses. Sparse applause started, followed by deafening applause.

Naomi, sitting below, felt as if she had just been slapped hard on the face, and her cheek was nothing but fiery pain.

Cynthia could actually play the piano! And her skilled technique was not something developed overnight!

"I wonder if Miss Sweeney is satisfied with my performance?" Cynthia asked.

Naomi snapped back to reality, staring blankly at Cynthia. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Miss Shannon is truly talented, and I am inferior."

She said these words, but inside, she wished she could rush up and tear Cynthia's face apart. This wicked woman must have deliberately trapped her on the stage!