My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 279

A few seconds ticked by before the melody came together—a tune instantly recognizable. Onstage, the judges, contestants, and audience members all exchanged startled glances.

The other competitors looked uncertain, their eyes darting toward Isabella Austin to gauge her reaction.

Isabella sat front and center in the first row, so all anyone could see was the back of her head.

Contestants’ song choices were kept secret until their performance, and this was the first anyone learned what Emily Blair had picked.

To everyone’s astonishment, Emily was playing *Love*—the iconic piano piece composed by none other than Isabella Austin.

Why was Emily Blair performing Isabella Austin’s signature piece?

Weren’t those two on notoriously bad terms?

And here Emily was, playing it right in front of Isabella.

As Emily Blair lost herself in the music, the expressions in the room varied wildly.

The judges and fellow contestants kept their emotions under wraps for the sake of decorum, but Isabella’s fans in the audience couldn’t restrain themselves. Low voices hissed insults from the darkened rows.

“Emily Blair is shameless. How dare she touch Isabella’s piece? Who does she think she is?”

“Isabella’s music isn’t for just anyone. Emily Blair should get off the stage before she embarrasses herself even more.”

“Poor Isabella—she worked so hard on that piece, and now it’s being tainted by someone like Emily Blair.”

“Can’t Emily write her own music? Did she just steal Isabella’s because she knows real talent when she hears it?”

“Oh, let her try. With Emily’s skill level, she’ll only make a fool of herself attempting *Love*.”

“I remember Emily once claimed this piece was plagiarized. Now she’s using it in competition? Doesn’t she have any shame?”

Isabella’s practiced smile froze as she recognized the opening notes. Her gaze darkened.

She stared at Emily by the piano, suspicion growing in her mind.

Was this really *Love*?

Even from the very first bars, the resemblance was unmistakable.

But…

Isabella’s hands clenched the fabric of her skirt.

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