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Chapter 103 Who On Earth Are You?
Chapter 103 Who On Earth Are You?
Chapter 103 Who On Earth Are You?
Anyway, Melissa had been dead for a long time.
These people weren't aware of the happenings in the Simons family.
Hence, it would be best if she said nothing. Even if others knew the truth, she would just say that they
were nothing but mere assumptions.
Hence, a smile appeared on Stephanie's face. She said, "Sure, I'll give it a try."
Although she was not Melissa's daughter, Stephanie was treated as a daughter of a wealthy family
after Melissa's death.
Over the years, she had attended several music, chess, calligraphy and art classes.
It was not a problem for her to play the piano.
However, it would be a problem if she was asked to perform other things.
Under the gaze of everyone, Stephanie walked towards the piano.
The piano was white. It had just been delivered over from Italy.
Stephanie placed her fingers on the keys and began to play.
The smooth musical notes sounded under her fingers. Stephanie closed her eyes. She was evidently
immersed in her own performance.
She felt that she did pretty well. After the song was finished, she opened her eyes and waited to be
praised by everyone.
However, the young, wealthy ladies next to her were all giggling with their mouths covered.
What was going on?
Suddenly, Stephanie felt that something bad was going to happen.
Sure enough, the woman in pink next to her said disdainfully, "I was just wondering how great Melissa's Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
daughter must be at the piano, but I didn't know that you'd suck so bad. You play the piano like a
primary school student."
Knowing how to play the piano and being able to play well were two different things.
Although Silvia had asked Stephanie to hone these skills, a child of a servant would always be the child
of a servant.
Their presence and talent were just different from others.
Although Stephanie had put in a lot of effort to practice, she only started learning it at an older age. She
could not be compared to these young ladies at all.
Margaret stood by the side and watched indifferently as others made jokes out of Stephanie.
Stephanie seemed to have felt Margaret's gaze. She instantly turned in the direction of the gaze.
When she saw Margaret, she was so angry that her entire body shook.
D*mn it! Did Margaret, this little b*tch see her being mocked by others?
This was unacceptable! Truly unacceptable!
Why did Margaret have such an amazing mother, while her real mother was just a servant?
"I've never heard Melissa play the piano before. It was said she was amazing at it, but now that I've
heard her daughter's performance, I believe it's nothing to shout about," the woman in pink snorted.
"No one can pretend to be my mother's daughter." Margaret slowly walked towards them.
Her footsteps were as light as a fairy's.
The silver dress she was wearing radiated her mysterious presence.
In an instant, she had attracted everyone's attention.
Jealousy burned within Stephanie's chest.
"Who are you?" The woman in pink looked at Margaret warily.
Margaret curved up her lips and said, "You'll find out soon enough."
As she spoke, she slowly walked towards the piano. Then she sat down and elegantly placed her
hands onto the piano.
"Who are you? This piano can't be played by just anyone." The woman in pink said grumpily.
Monique, who was standing by the side, could not help but frown.
In the past, daughters in big families were all very well-educated.
However, some families these days had really spoiled their daughters so much that they've completely
thrown basic manners and courtesy out the window.
Stephanie felt a little better seeing Margaret getting scolded by others.
That was right. Even if she was insulted, she absolutely could not be the only one who got insulted.
"Is this piano not for guests?" Margaret said while raising her eyebrows.
"It is, but if you spoil it, can you afford to pay?" The woman asked arrogantly.
Margaret could see that this girl looked down upon a lot of people.
"How do you know that I'll definitely spoil it?" Margaret felt funny.
In the end, the girl still did not agree with it. "This piano was shipped from France, and it is very
valuable. Do you think you are worthy of playing on it?"
"This piano was placed here for others to use. If I'm not worthy to play on it, are you?" Margaret
scrunched her eyebrows.
"Nina came in second in a piano competition before," one of the girls said.
Nina?
That should be the name of the girl in the pink dress.
"Why? Are you scared? Dare you compete with me?" Nina snorted.
"Okay." Margaret was fine with it.
In fact, she did not like competing, but when she heard the girl's disrespectful words about her mother,
she couldn't stand it anymore.
She wanted justice for her mother.
Margaret got up. Nina then sat down and played the piano.
One had to admit that Nina was skilled at the piano. After she finished playing, everyone started
applauding.
Nina looked even prouder as she looked at everyone down her nose.
She stood up and cast Margaret the same look.
Nina's performance had set the benchmark. If Margaret performed badly, she would be mocked even
more.
Could she be more skillful than Nina?
Was that possible?
So far, there was only one person who played better than Nina.
Stephanie also stared at Margaret. Although she knew that Margaret was good at playing the piano,
that was many years ago.
So many things had happened in the past few years. Stephanie did not believe that Margaret still had
the time to practice.
If she did not practice, her skills would definitely deteriorate by a lot.
It was time for Margaret to make a fool of herself.
It was obvious that Stephanie had forgotten about something called 'talent'. It was something that
others could not acquire, no matter how envious they were.
Soon, Margaret started playing a gentle song.
It was simple. Yet, it caught everyone's ears.
Everyone's eyes were filled with amazement.
A slim figure, who had been standing at a corner, watched the scene from afar. Their gaze fell on
Margaret.
The song chosen by Margaret was a short one. Despite this, it had already succeeded in touching the
hearts of many.
Her playing was definitely better than Nina's.
Applause came like a tide.
Margaret gracefully got up and bowed, "Thank you."
"You play well." Nina was a little reluctant when she said this, "Who on earth are you?"
She had never seen this person in the upper-class circle.
"My name is Margaret Simons." Margaret smiled. "I'm Melissa Taylor's daughter."