“Get her the bangs from the hall “Marcelo announced.


    shocked to hear that. “But that belonged to your father. No one is allowed to touch it.


    “Renee needs it give it to her


    Jason was stunned


    The banjo that belonged to Marcelo’s dad was off–limits but now he was allowing Renice okay it?


    Jason knew that Renee and Marcelo’s marriage was arranged by his mother against his wishes.


    He also knew his friend better than anyone.


    Marcelo had never let anyone even a womane close to him.


    But why was he softening towards Renee?


    Could he be falling for her?


    This was starting to get interesting.


    The water promptly returned,banjo in hand and presented it to Renee


    That’s the one from the hall!” An onlooker immediately recognized the sacred banjo.


    Just a short while ago,Catherine had taunted Renee asserting that the banjo in the hall was an antique meant for disy only


    Now, as Renee took hold of it,Catherine’s smugness seemed to fade, reced by a sense of being publicly mocked


    Catherine,masking her frustration with a forced smile,questioned the waiter.


    “Isn’t that banjo usually off–limits to guests?


    The walter nodded. “Usually it is.But the owner made an exception for Miss Renee, given her proficiency.”


    The banjo,a prized possession overseen by Jason a titan in the entertainment industry, had never been lent out despite numerous requests.


    Why w


    was Renee being given special treatment?Catherine burn with jealousy.


    “Renee, do you seriously think you can y the banjo?ying the banjo <b>is </b>no easy feat. Don’t overestimate your abilities and bring more embarrassment to yourself. “Still upset that Renee was given the permission to y the banjo,Catherineshed out


    Hanes barely nced at Catherine,then elegantly positioned the banjo on herp her fingers gently touching the strings.


    The initial notes rang out clear and melodic capturing everyone’s attention.


    Her fingers danced swiftly across the strings, producing sounds as varied as gentle raindrops <b>and </b>soft whispers. The music escred, embodying the grandeur and intensity of a battle,overwhelming the audience.


    A voice rang out from the crowed.


    “My God!She’s ying “House of flying daggers!”


    “House of flying daggers” was a renowned banjoposition, known for itsplexity,yered melodies and profound emotions.


    Its execution demanded exceptional skill and rapid hand movements.


    Yet, Renee performed it with ease, as though it were a mere warm–up exercise.


    Her gaze lowered her features radiating perfection and elegance, a spectacle for eyes and ears,


    The audience was only jolted back to reality when Renee handed the banjo back to the water and offered her gratitude to him.


    Even those not versed in music were captivated and enthralled by the quality of Renee’s performance


    <b>“</b>Amazing!


    <b>“</b>Absolutely beautiful!!


    “Most talenteddy I’ve ever seen!”


    “<b>She’s </b>going to make a big name for herself!!


    <b>The </b>crowd showered praised on Renee while <b>Grace </b>and <b>Ro </b>were left speechlessly embarrassed.


    Once again,their adoptive daughter had overshadowed <b>their </b>own biological child.


    Catherine and Grace’s expressions darkened.


    Since when did Renee y the banjo?


    How was the able to y it that well?


    ted the crowd and then thanks the water once again.


    “Miss. Habun, your thanks should go to smer else Mr Jason is waiting for you!


    “RENEE


    Jason?


    I was led to Jason who was d in a sum.


    He was standing outside the porch.


    “I heard you got the banjo for me thank you so much.“1 said, gratefully


    Jason <b>smirked </b>and then replied. “You’re thanking the wrong person


    Ifrowned.confused.


    *The banjo is your husband’s. He gave me the permission to lend it to you.“Jason then gestured towards the parking lot.“He’s over there.” My husband?


    Marc came to this event?


    <b>I </b>couldn’t believe it so I crawled


    “My husband you mean, Marcelo?”


    “Yeah, he’s here and 1 low about your marriage but I won’t tell anyone


    I suspect Jason’s discretion had more to do with Marcelo’s instructions than his own will.


    Our marriage hadn’t been made public, making it a matter of confidentiality.


    Approaching the parking lot I recognized a Maybuch particrly because of its customized license te.


    I saw Luke on the driver’s seat and waved at him.


    He seemed to inform Marcelo of my presence I circled to the other side of the car and rapped on the rear window.


    As it lowered Marcelo’s face came <b>into </b>view.


    His gaze was icy as usual.


    “Here, stopping in front of a moving car?Do you have a death wish,”


    My intended words of gratitude were swildly stifled by his cold demeanor.


    I had firstly made sure that the car was slow enough as to not hit


    <b>me </b>


    Why did Marcelo, despite his handsome features <b>always </b>speak so harshly?


    I wish he was solter


    I swallowed myints and stared <b>at </b>Marcelo for a moment.


    Marcelo sat back his eyes closed as he let out.


    “What do you want?”


    “Thaveat


    feeling that you were waiting for me ”


    His eyes shot open and he red at me.


    “You wish.”


    Frustrated y


    I yetposed, took a deep breath. “Thank you for lending me the banjo Jason told me you have your


    “So… “He drawled. “How do you n to show your gratitude!!


    I frowned “I just did 1 just thanked you,”


    “Mere words are not <b>enough</b>” He snapped.


    I bit my lower Hips


    How should I thank him?


    <b>Cook </b>him dinner?


    Invite him to dinner?


    Would he agree?