My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 670

But it wasn’t exactly a disaster, either.

This time, Isabella Austin only managed to snag third place in the semifinals—barely scraping her way into the finals.

Emily Blair, for her part, hadn’t really prepared. She hadn’t had the time to compose a new piano piece in the past few days, so she just picked up an old, half-finished composition and performed that.

She took second place.

First place went to a contestant Emily Blair didn’t recognize. When the results were announced, the girl let out a wild cheer right in the auditorium, so excited she couldn’t contain herself. It took a gentle reminder from the judges before she finally quieted down.

At the award ceremony, Emily and Isabella were separated by the first-place winner, so they didn’t get a chance to speak.

But as they left the stage, the first-place winner, still riding her high, bounded down the steps with long, exuberant strides.

Emily caught up with Isabella, falling in step beside her. She flashed a wry smile. “Mrs. Lane, it’s such a rare treat to finally hear a piece you actually composed yourself. I have to say, it was a unique experience.”

Her words dripped with sarcasm—pointedly implying that Isabella’s previous works had never truly been her own.

Isabella, of course, wasn’t oblivious to Emily’s tone. If she couldn’t pick up on that jab, she wouldn’t be Isabella Austin.

Though furious inside, Isabella kept her composure, maintaining a perfectly polite smile as she replied, “Really? I thought you’d heard plenty of my work before. Is your memory failing you, or are you having trouble hearing these days?”

Emily’s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. “Maybe it’s you who’s forgetful, since none of those pieces ever really belonged to you.”

Isabella opened her mouth to retort, but Emily continued, “Well, now you’re finally standing in the place you deserve. Congratulations—everything’s back where it belongs.”

As she spoke, Emily’s gaze flicked deliberately to the third-place certificate in Isabella’s hand, her eyes full of unspoken meaning.

Isabella’s expression instantly stiffened, and she let out a cold, brittle laugh. “Emily Blair, you really shouldn’t throw around accusations unless you have proof.”

Emily stopped in her tracks, turning to face Isabella with a sweet, almost playful smile. “If you’re so worried about proof, shouldn’t you know better than anyone whether I have it or not?”

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