Chapter 20
“But-“Anathea wanted to say that now wasn’t the time to expose her status.
After all, the last thing she needed was more unnecessary trouble. The abduction incident still haunted her, and she never wanted to go through anything like that again.
“No buts!” Isabel cut her off without hesitation. “Anathea, you can’t back down. Just think about it–you’re gorgeous, you’ve got an amazing figure, and you carry yourself with absolute grace and elegance. That other woman is nothing compared to you!”
Before she could continue, the sound of a gentle piano melody floated through the air.
In the center of the garden, a woman in an elegant sky–blue gown sat at the grand piano on a stage surrounded by blue roses.
Her slender fingers danced effortlessly across the black and white keys, each note forming a melody so mesmerizing that it seemed to take on a life of its own, wrapping around her before drifting outward.
The beautiful rhythm resonated through the crowd, captivating everyone who listened.
Someone exclaimed, “Oh my God, look at her posture. She’s so elegant!”
“And that dress! With all those blue roses around her, she looks just like a fairy!”
Another asked, “Who is she? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.”
“You must not be keeping up. That’s Mrs. Sinclair’s goddaughter from years ago. She was a prodigy, so she went abroad for further studies. She only returned about a month ago. Her last name is… um…”
“Whitman,” Anathea mumbled softly, her eyes locked onto the woman on stage.
Anathea hadn’t expected Natalie to be so talented. Not only could she ski, but she could also play the piano beautifully.
At this moment, she looked effortlessly stunning in her cool–toned, flowing blue gown. Her long, silky waves cascaded over her shoulders like waves. She had a delicate blue silk ribbon wrapped around her slender neck, adorned with a teardrop–shaped gemstone that sparkled under the lights.
There was a refined elegance to her, yet a touch of allure in the way she carried herself. She looked like a vision of unattainable perfection–the kind of woman people couldn’t help but admire from afar.
Anathea thought anyone would surely be drawn to her. Then, her gaze drifted toward Gregory, who was seated in the front row with a glass of red wine, positioned directly across from Natalie.
Nearby, Xander, Theo, and Eleanor were equally captivated by the music, their expressions filled with admiration.
Xander, in particular, looked incredibly proud as he turned to the kids his age and boasted, “Ms. Whitman is incredible! She can
play the piano and ski!”
“Who is that?” Isabel asked, frowning slightly. Even though the woman had her back to them, something about her seemed
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strangely familiar.
“The one who arrived with Gregory,” Anathea said calmly.
Just then, the soft melody came to a gentle end. Natalie rose gracefully and gave a small curtsy, acknowledging the audience with quiet poise. A round of applause erupted, with guests murmuring words of admiration.
“Ms. Whitman, over here!” Xander eagerly waved her over.
Natalie made her way toward Gregory without hesitation. Taking the wine glass from his hand, she flashed him a smile. “You’ve been holding this for me this whole time. Are your hands getting tired?”
Gregory’s lips moved, but Anathea couldn’t make out what he said.
Then, Eleanor spoke, her voice deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear. She said, “I’ve arranged for a dance later this evening, but I’ve had a bit too much to drink, and my legs aren’t as steady as they should be. Why don’t the two of you open the ball for me instead?”
The moment the words left her mouth, all eyes turned toward Gregory and Natalie.
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