Your Queen is Back Surrender Now novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Narissa’s silence was a total misread. The crowd figured she’d never even heard of the great “Melissa.”

And man, did that set them off.

“Narissa, you’re totally clueless about ‘Melissa,’ the world–famous masked pianist, aren’t you? That blank stare says it all. Let me break it down!” one guy blurted, practically buzzing.

“Melissa’s a total mystery. No one knows her deal. Always wears a veil, and her improv? Pure magic,” another chimed in, smirking.

“She stole the show at the Krisa Party. Piano pros call her the Rolls–Royce of the music world. Yo, you’re shook, right?”

Narissa didn’t say a word. She couldn’t believe it. One little tune to slip through a mission, and now she was some mythic icon.

Narissa rubbed her temple. “It’s just a song, guys,” she said, voice cool as ice.

The crowd wasn’t having it. Especially Cressida.

Cressida stood there, arms crossed, smirking like she was waiting for Narissa to swoon over her idol. Then she’d throw some shade and put this nobody in her place.

To her, a gold–digger like Narissa didn’t belong in the Everton family’s league.

But Narissa’s chill “just a song” line? Oh, that was a match to dynamite.

Cressida’s fists clenched, knuckles white.

“Just a song?” Cressida snapped. “You’re so out of your league! Talking big like you get it–you don’t know jack! Fine, hotshot, play something!”

‘Total bluff. Cressida was seething, ready to watch Narissa flop.

She expected Narissa to back down, embarrassed. But Narissa’s next words hit like a gut punch.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” Narissa said, flashing a cocky, eat–your–heart–out grin.

She strutted toward the piano room.

Her steps were smooth, almost feral, like a fox stalking through fire. The way Narissa carried herself–chin up, radiating swagger–had everyone staring.

For one crazy second, Cressida swore she saw the Krisa Party footage: a veiled woman, dress flowing, owning the stage with that same untouchable aura.

‘No way: Cressida shook her head. ‘Am I nuts? Linking Narissa to Melissa? That is wild.

Meanwhile, Narissa stopped at the piano, cool as ever, with every eye in the room on her.

“Pfft!” someone scoffed. “Let’s see her crash and burn.”

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Chapter 8

“What, she gonna play ‘Twinkle Twinkle‘ with one finger? TikTok’s got tutorials for that,” another mocked.

“Hah!”

The crowd was buzzing, dead certain Narissa was about to bomb.

Narissa plopped onto the piano bench, one foot resting easy on the pedal, her body leaning slightly with a cool, effortless

vibe.

Before long, the crowd’s teasing chatter and playful jabs filled the air.

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Then, Narissa’s fingers hit the keys, spinning out a melody–smoother, more enchanting than Cressida’s earlier piece.

The notes flowed soft and light, hushing the room in a heartbeat. Snickers? Gone.

Suddenly, boom.

That dreamy tune flipped. Narissa’s hands flew across three octaves in a bold, electric leap.

The music turned fierce–intense, pulsing, alive.

It slammed into everyone like a tidal wave, raw emotion crashing straight into their hearts.

Faces froze. Eyes popped. The sound roared like a waterfall, charged like a stampeding herd, soared like climbing a sacred. peak, and hit like a king seizing the crown.

When the last note—a gentle, trickling whisper–faded, Narissa eased her hands off the keys with quiet confidence.

The crowd stood stunned, too dazed to blink.

That piece was that the legendary banger by the masked pianist “Melissa“. Narissa had just slayed it.

And not just slayed–she owned it.

Every high, every low, every shift was pure fire, bursting with soul.

Cressida’s earlier try paled next to Narissa’s vibe, which felt as good as–no, better than–Melissa’s own.

“It’s… it’s better than Melissa’s improv,” a piano–savvy girl in the crowd gasped. “Like Melissa herself showed up and perfected it!”

Jaws dropped. Cressida, Melissa’s biggest fangirl, knew those melodies cold. But this shook her.

The way Narissa’s pinky tilted on those soft notes? Straight–up identical to Melissa’s style at the Krisa Party. Coincidence? As