Chapter 239

"Miss Laurent, the International Piano Association cordially invites you to our tour next month. All expenses will be covered." The voice on the phone brimmed with anticipation.

Vivian tapped her fingers lightly on the desk. "I regret to decline. My schedule is fully booked. Perhaps another time."

The caller persisted. "We can adjust the dates to accommodate—"

"Next time." She ended the call decisively.

Crystal chandeliers bathed Vivian in golden light as she stood at the center of the ballroom, radiant as a flawless diamond.

Victoria Roscente lurked in the shadows, her nails digging crescent moons into her palms.

Those admiring gazes should have been hers.

Those lavish praises should have been directed at her.

Now Vivian had stolen everything.

"Miss Laurent, your performance of 'Moonlight Sonata' was transcendental. Might you share your practice routine?" A socialite fluttered closer.

Vivian smiled. "Eight hours of fundamentals daily. Without exception."

Victoria's chest heaved. Her proudest credential—being Maestro Fredette's protégé—had been revoked by the master himself.

All because of Vivian!

"Release it." Vivian signaled a waiter to handle the toad.

Victoria's venomous gaze followed Vivian's retreating figure before she melted into the crowd.

Near a Roman column, Ethan Roscente lingered. Watching Vivian command the room effortlessly, he turned away.

"Shall we depart, Mr. Roscente?" His chauffeur inquired.

Ethan glanced at the illuminated mansion. "Wait."

Inside, Vivian was besieged by admirers.

"Miss Laurent, may I have your contact?" A suited man offered his phone.

Vivian flashed her wedding ring. "My husband wouldn't approve."

"Your spouse must be extraordinary to deserve someone like you."

She answered with an enigmatic smile.

Outside, Victoria dialed a number. "Execute the plan."

Her lips curled as she glanced back at the glittering ballroom. The real battle had just begun.