My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 111

She lifted her hands, placing them gently on the piano keys.

Her fingers pressed down, and at once, the room filled with the rich, melodious sound of the piano.

Desire was the final piece composed by Vivian Martin before her death—a piece born from a longing to soar beyond mountains, to break free from the forests, to taste freedom and all that is beautiful.

Vivian Martin hadn’t been blessed with an easy life, but she’d been unbreakable.

She didn’t rely on love, nor on any man. She depended solely on herself.

This wasn’t a yearning for romance.

Isabella Austin’s plagiarized piece, Love, was a shallow ode to passion. It completely missed the depth of emotion Vivian Martin had poured into Desire; Isabella could never truly capture what that music was meant to convey.

Desire’s melody wasn’t tender and sentimental. It was bold, fierce—even angry.

Emily Blair took a deep breath, her fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys.

Under her touch, a melody emerged—one that might have seemed reminiscent of Isabella’s Love, yet was utterly, unmistakably different.

As Emily listened to the familiar strains, she felt her blood surge with excitement. Her thoughts grew sharper, her hands moving ever faster across the keyboard.

This was a melody that ached with longing, yet twisted with frustration—a wild, urgent yearning that threatened to break free.

Everyone listening was swept up in the music, unable to look away from Emily’s profile or the quicksilver movement of her hands.

This was what Desire was truly meant to be.

Even those with no musical training could immediately hear the difference: it was clear that Emily Blair’s performance of Desire far surpassed Isabella Austin’s rendition of Love.

The result was unmistakable. No one in the room could claim that Isabella’s playing was superior.

For this reason, people began to glance up, throwing cautious looks in Isabella Austin’s direction.

Who could have predicted that Emily Blair—the adopted daughter of the Lane family—would outshine Isabella Austin at the piano?

It was shocking.

Isabella’s gracious smile faltered, her face stiff as she stared at Emily, who was still lost in the music.

Impossible.

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