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    Kaiden’s face remained nk. Neither he nor Ellie stopped Carole.


    Brisa tilted her head and squinted at Carole. “Who are you?”


    Carole stopped in her tracks, and for the second time that night, the smile froze on her face.


    Carole’s smile remained strained as she spoke. “Brisa, it’s me, Carole. Don’t you remember me?”


    “Oh, it’s you!” Brisa eximed, a sudden realization dawning on her. “You’ve be more beautiful. I didn’t recognize you at first.”


    “Brisa, do you like this dress? Theke blue color really suits you.” Carole presented a dress from a shopping bag, and Ellie immediately recognized it as the one she had liked but had been snatched away by Aphrodite.


    “Of course I love it! Carole, you have such great taste!” Brisa’s face lit up with joy.


    Carole subtly nced at Ellie, a knowing look passing between them, hinting at provocation.


    “Miss Gordon, I heard you’ve also prepared a gift,” Carole said, though she immediately regretted her words. She shot a quick nce at Kaiden, worried he might catch on to her intention of making Ellie look bad. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to realize, and Carole breathed a sigh of relief.


    “Really?” Brisa turned her expectant gaze towards Ellie.


    “Yes.” Ellie had indeed prepared something. She picked up the violin she had prepared in advance, positioning it skillfully.


    As she began to y, her movements were both skilled and seamless, filling the air with a melodious and graceful sound.


    The piece,sting only a minute, artfullybined two different styles, embodying elegance and joy, making it a perfect fit for the asion.


    Her violin ying, both in technique and emotion, was top-notch.


    Kaiden found himself unconsciously captivated, watching Ellie. In that moment, she exuded confidence and elegance, seamlessly blending with the violin.


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    Her beauty wasn’t merely skin deep—it was the captivating presence she carried.


    And this amazing woman was his wife.


    It suddenly dawned on him why his mother had been so regretful that Ellie couldn’t continue her violin studies, sighing over the loss.


    As the piece concluded, Ellie performed an elegant curtsy. Her smile held a touch of girlish yfulness as she said, “This piece is dedicated to Brisa, and I hope I haven’t let down the recognition and praise you gave me back then!”


    “Of course, you’ve never let me down!” Brisa eximed. “Ellie, you are still so outstanding! But I’ve never heard this piece before.”


    “I wrote it myself as a gift for you,” Ellie replied. “And I hope you like it.”


    “This is simply the best gift I’ve received in years! Sweetie, you’re amazing!” Brisa was thrilled and moved to embrace Ellie, but Kaiden intervened, blocking her gently.


    “Just talk,” he advised, a hint of protectiveness in his tone. “Don’t get too physical. And don’t call her that.” He had never used such a term for Ellie.


    While people like Baylee could get away with it, others, even his own mother, were not allowed to.


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