Chapter 350: Chapter 348: Meeting at the Birthday Banquet 4
Annabelle Linton met Patrick Grant’s expectant gaze.
She only knew that Grandma Grant had passed away from uremia. She had no idea they shared such a romantic pact.
She readily agreed. "Of course I can. May I ask which piece you and Grandma agreed upon?"
"Adelina by the Water."
Patrick Grant looked at Annabelle Linton, deeply moved. His eyes were rimmed with red and his voice trembled, as if he were remembering Grandma Grant all over again.
The Grant family had been deeply devoted lovers, generation after generation. For them, the pain of losing the one they loved was truly beyond words.
Annabelle Linton raised an eyebrow in surprise when she heard the name of the piece.
It was an incredibly romantic piece, also known as Poem for Edeline.
The song originated from a romantic Heliconan myth.
It told the story of a lonely King of Aetolia who sculpted a beautiful maiden. He gazed at her obsessively every day and, inevitably, fell in love with the statue.
He prayed to the gods, hoping for a miracle of love.
His sincerity and persistence moved Cupid, who ultimately bestowed life upon the statue.
From then on, the fortunate King and the beautiful maiden lived together in happiness.
In fact, she had also been very fond of this piece in her past life.
It was this very song that had sustained her time and time again toward the end.
For she, like the King, had been obsessively in love with someone, fantasizing that she too could move the gods and make Leona Grant fall in love with her.
She never expected she actually would move them—just enough for them to grant her an early death and a swift rebirth.
Annabelle Linton gave a faint smile and shook off the memories.
’What’s the point of dwelling on the past?’
’Besides, I have Aaron Wyatt now. What more could I ask for?’
She looked at Patrick Grant and offered a gentle, bright smile. "It would be my honor to perform at your birthday banquet, Grandpa. I just hope you won’t be too disappointed if my playing isn’t perfect."
Patrick Grant laughed heartily and waved his hand. "Don’t you worry, just go play. The fact that you agreed has already made this old man very happy. Go on, my dear girl."
Annabelle Linton gave a small smile and walked toward the piano.
She sat down elegantly at the piano and took a deep breath. Her slender fingers rested lightly on the keys. Then, a sound as clear and pure as a mountain stream began to flow from her fingertips...
The moment Leona Grant entered the main hall, she saw Annabelle Linton at the piano and froze on the spot.
Annabelle Linton sat there quietly, looking breathtaking in a white gown.
The dazzling crystal chandelier overhead bathed her in a soft glow, making her seem as if she were enveloped in light, sacred and untouchable.
Her eyes were gently lowered, the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile. In a room filled with the decadent aroma of red wine and champagne, she stood out like a pure and fragrant white blossom, exuding an almost unearthly beauty.
She always managed to stir different feelings in her.
Leona Grant could instantly tell that Annabelle Linton had changed.
They hadn’t seen each other in two months, and now Annabelle was more beautiful, more radiant. She seemed to be doing very well.
The Annabelle she remembered had always been distant and indifferent, with a chill that ran to the very depths of her eyes.
But now, she possessed a gentle, languid warmth, like a spring breeze, giving her an inexplicable sense of approachability.
But as Leona Grant watched Annabelle bask in that gentle, spring-like warmth, it felt as if a cold wind were blowing straight into her own heart, making it seize for several long seconds.
’After leaving me, she seems to be doing so, so well...’
’I had hoped she wouldn’t be doing well. That she’d be struggling to adjust after leaving me, just like I have. That she’d come back to me. But it seems that wasn’t the case at all.’
’She’s doing even better.’
