Chapter 711:

Elyse instinctively averted her gaze and shook her head, whispering, “No, of course not.”

Irving remained silent, but his eyes spoke volumes. Elyse was a terrible liar; the guilt on her face always gave her away.

With a gentle pat on her head, Irving said gently, “Alright, alright. Go back and get some rest. Let’s talk once you’ve slept it off.”

Dismissed, Elyse trudged back to her room, collapsing onto her bed, her mind spinning. Was it all just a dream? As she pondered, sleep slowly reclaimed her.

By noon, a knock awoke Elyse. She groggily opened the door to find Gavin. Stifling a yawn, she mumbled, “Gavin, what’s up?”

“Get dressed. We’re going to have breakfast, and I’ll introduce you to your opponent,” Gavin announced with a mischievous smile.

Elyse blinked. “Opponent?”

“That’s right!” Gavin replied, his eyes twinkling. “He specifically asked to meet you after hearing about your impressive experience.” Glancing at his watch, he added, “You have one hour. Better hurry!”

Feeling the pressure, Elyse dashed into the bathroom.

The next hour flew by. Bundled in her favorite coat, Elyse followed Gavin to the restaurant. A cozy place with a live band playing soulful melodies captivated Elyse.

“Elyse, meet my friend, Edward McCoy,” Gavin introduced.

Elyse, engrossed in the music, looked up curiously. Edward wore a pristine white down jacket, his curly hair peeking from under a stylish hat. His smile held the endearing innocence of a puppy. His dimples, however, truly caught Elyse’s attention; she was itching to poke them. This, coupled with his thick coat, made him seem friendly and approachable.

Edward’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, extending his hand. “Hello, it’s an honor to meet you. You look just like the beautiful princess Gavin described.”

Elyse’s cheeks flushed. She scratched her head bashfully. “I’m not as great as you think. I’m just an ordinary girl.”

Edward smiled charmingly. “You’re too modest.” Scanning the menu, he asked politely, “How about a glass of wine to warm up? It’s quite chilly.”

Elyse nodded. “Sure, I’ll have some.”

Edward nodded, motioning for them to sit. Once settled, he leaned forward, eagerness in his eyes. “So, for the free performance piece in the preliminary round, which piece do you choose?”

Elyse, about to take a sip of water, choked.

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