?Chapter 21:


    “Ellie can y the banjo?” Jerome asked Kaiden, surprised. “I only knew about her violin skills.”


    “Does she have to tell you that?” Kaiden retorted sharply, his gaze icy.


    “Well… No!” Jerome, taken aback,ughed nervously. He didn’t dare say “yes.”


    “Bring the one from the hall,” Kaiden directed.


    Jerome’s casual demeanor vanished, reced by astonishment. “Kaiden, that banjo belonged to your mother. Since her passing, no one has…”


    Kaiden’s stern voice cut him off. “Just do it.”


    Jerome understood the significance of this gesture. That banjo, once Brisa’s, was off-limits. But now, Kaiden was allowing Ellie to y it.


    Jerome knew that Kaiden and Ellie’s marriage stemmed from an engagement, with Kaiden epting Ellie somewhat reluctantly. Yet, the reasons behind Kaiden’s decision to let Ellie y that valuable banjo remained a mystery.


    The waiter promptly returned, banjo in hand, and presented it to Ellie. “That’s the one from the hall!” an onlooker immediately recognized.


    Just a short while ago, Demi had taunted Ellie, asserting that the banjo in the hall was an antique meant for disy only. Now, as Ellie took hold of it, Demi’s smugness seemed to fade, reced by a sense of being publicly mocked.


    Demi, masking her frustration with a forced smile, questioned the waiter, “Isn’t that banjo off-limits to guests?”


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


    This banjo, a prized possession overseen by Jerome, a titan in the entertainment industry, had never been lent out despite numerous requests. Why was Ellie being given special treatment? Demi seethed with jealousy.


    “Ellie, do you honestly think you can y the banjo? ying the banjo is no easy feat. Don’t overestimate your abilities and risk further embarrassment,” Demi warned, unable to stomach the fact that Ellie had been given permission to y the banjo.


    Ellie merely nced at Demi, then elegantly positioned the banjo on herp, her fingers gently touching the strings.


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    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 and soft whispers. The music escted, embodying the grandeur and intensity of a battle, overwhelming the audience. A voice from the crowd rang out, “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, Ellie performed it with such ease, as though it were a mere warm-up exercise.


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


    The audience was jolted back to reality when Ellie handed the banjo back to the waiter, offering her gratitude.


    Even those not versed in music were captivated by the quality of Ellie’s performance.


    “Amazing! That was absolutely beautiful!”


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