My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 276

Emily Blair swept into the room in a floor-length emerald gown, delicate fringe swaying with each step. The V-neckline framed her collarbones and slender shoulders just so, while slender straps curled over her skin and a gold belt cinched her waist, accentuating her lithe figure. Under the lights, her pale skin seemed to glow with a soft radiance, drawing more than a few glances her way.

From behind, Emily’s dress left her back almost entirely bare, revealing the elegant lines and subtle curves of her figure. Her long, midnight-dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, just brushing the twin wings of her shoulder blades. Her makeup was impeccable, highlighting a pair of striking hazel eyes that calmly swept over the room; words like “bright eyes, perfect smile” fell short of capturing her beauty.

She arrived later than most—by the time she stepped into the waiting area, nearly all the other finalists had already gathered.

The lounge was full of men and women dressed to impress, but the moment Emily entered, conversation faltered and heads turned, dazzled by her presence.

As awe flickered across their faces, muttered complaints followed: Was the world turned upside down today? Why wasn’t she in her usual jeans and t-shirt?

The Starlight Piano Competition had reached its final round, and every contestant had their sights set on the first prize, regardless of who their rivals were or how fierce the competition might be.

Emily’s show-stopping entrance left no doubt—she was here to win.

Her performance in the semifinals had already made waves, and now, in the minds of the other finalists, Emily Blair was a formidable threat.

But Emily herself wasn’t thinking about rivals or trophies. She dressed up for one reason: she wanted her appearance to be worthy of playing Vivian Martin’s “Desire.” She didn’t want to let the piece down, to make it seem humble or out of place.

So she’d rented the dress online—a splurge at $2,500 for just one night, arriving only the evening before.

It was the best she could offer for Vivian Martin’s masterpiece.

Across the room, Isabella Austin sat in the front row, tucked into a corner seat. The instant she spotted Emily’s gown, her expression hardened.

She, too, wore green that night—though the cut was different.

It wasn’t a complete fashion faux pas, but for Isabella, who prided herself on her taste and had always looked down on Emily, it was an annoyance she couldn’t ignore.

Especially after Emily had brazenly demanded five million dollars from her just two nights before.

With every glance, Isabella’s dislike grew.

But she quickly averted her gaze, chin tilting up with practiced poise.

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