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    Joanna took a serious look at the woman and nodded. “She must be pretty.”


    The woman’s slender fingers danced across the keys, producing enchanting notes.


    Ka, too, noticed the woman. Many pianists on stage were somewhat known, each lost in their performance. It was the first time Ka had seen the masked woman in a pianopetition. The woman’s enigmatic presence was captivating, making her unforgettable after the ceremony.


    Joanna, intrigued, searched the list of contestants who had advanced to the quarterfinals on her phone and soon found the woman’s name.


    It was the Cend pianist, Nora Moon.


    Was “Moon” even a real surname? Joanna wondered. But the woman was shrouded in mystery. Even the sponsor couldn’t see her face beneath the mask.


    After the ceremony, they exited the music hall. The formalpetition wouldmence the following day.


    Joanna clutched Susanna’s hand, her suspicions growing.


    “Hey, Susanna, hold on a sec.”


    Matteo and Ka headed backstage to find Nancy. Sean, who had rested with his eyes closed during the ceremony, left with Frank afterwards. Phillip and Duncan followed the girls to ensure their safety.


    “What’s the matter, Joanna?” Susanna inquired.


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    Joanna gently pulled her friend aside, extracting her phone and showing a photo of a woman with a masked face. “Do you reckon she resembles someone?” she asked.


    Susanna peered at the photo, tilting her head in contemtion.


    “Resemble who? You, or perhaps Alice?”


    Lately, Joanna had revamped her appearance with a short haircut, giving her a strikingly cool vibe.


    Joanna, joining the conversation, shook her head and magnified the photo for a better view. “Look more closely.”


    The pianist in question had risen to prominence quite unexpectedly. Her only im to fame was her participation in the National Piano Competition in Bellfolk. With a ster performance, she had advanced to the quarterfinals, thus stepping into the limelight.


    “Nora Moon, is that the name you’re pointing me to? It does sound appealing,” noted Susanna.


    A wave of speechlessness washed over Joanna. She lightly tapped Susanna’s forehead with her finger, then switched to a photo of Norah. “Do these two resemble each other?” Atst, Susanna grasped Joanna’s point.


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