The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 223

“Hm…” Charlotte popped another chip into her mouth, arched an eyebrow, and said, “With looks like Anthony’s, does he really need to take advantage of anyone?”

Kenneth frowned, puzzled. “I always thought people would be lining up to take advantage of him, not the other way around.”

He caught the glimmer in Charlotte’s eyes and felt a pang of worry. Of course, Anthony’s charm had worked its magic on her too.

Before he could say more, Charlotte’s phone buzzed. She dropped the chips, and Kenneth immediately handed her a napkin to wipe her hands. While she checked her phone, he quietly poured her some fresh orange juice.

“Thanks, Kenneth.” Charlotte flashed him a soft smile, then took her juice and curled up on the sofa.

“There’s no need to thank me.” To him, a glass of juice was nothing. If Charlotte wanted the stars, he’d find a way to bring them down for her. She was his only sister. Spoiling her was all he knew how to do.

Kenneth kept up a calm front, but inside he was all smiles, peeling fruit for her with extra care.

Charlotte sipped her juice and pulled out her phone. An email had arrived.

Laura: Have you arrived at the theater? If it’s hard for you to walk, you can send me a photo or just tell me where you are. I’ll come to you.

Hard to walk? Did Laura think she was so old she couldn’t get around?

Charlotte’s lips curled up, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

The Venus Piano Competition had invited Kenneth to open the show, really hyping up the event. There were less than fifteen minutes left before it all started.

She typed out a quick reply: Let’s meet after the competition.

Laura: Of course! Do you have a seat? Do you need me to arrange one?

Every word Laura sent was careful and respectful. She was talking to Echo, after all—the world-famous amateur piano master and mysterious composer. Three years ago, Laura had been lucky enough to meet Echo online. With Echo’s help, her piano career had shot forward. Even her entry into the International Piano Association had been thanks to a recommendation letter from Echo.

It was a bit of a shame, though. After all these years, they’d only ever emailed. Not once had they talked on the phone. With skills that legendary, Echo had to be someone much older, maybe in her sixties or seventies.

Echo: No need, I already have a seat.

The email sent just as Kenneth returned with a fruit platter, coaxing her gently. “Lottie, the show’s starting soon. I need to get ready, so you’ll be on your own for a bit.”

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