Chapter 409 Echoes of a Rose
If a pianist watched that video and copied down the notes, it wouldn’t be surprising.
But Genevieve actually owned the sheet music herself.
“This is the first time I’ve heard anything like this. It’s gorgeous.”
“It’s got something in it that just hits deep. I don’t know how to explain. It feels so warm.”
“It’s like being stuck with no hope, then suddenly there’s a light showing you the way out.”
Jarrett and the others closed their eyes, soaking it in.
The same image filled their minds.
Out of nowhere, Tilda murmured, “Echoes of a Rose.”
“Huh? Queen, what did you just say?”
Sitting closest, Astrid caught Tilda’s words but wasn’t sure if she’d misheard.
Did she hear that right?
“Echoes of a Rose. That’s the title of this piece.”
“Queen, you’ve heard it before?” Jarrett asked curiously.
“Well… you could say that.”
Tilda couldn’t exactly say she’d only played it on a whim. She was young and wild at that time, training overseas with Harvey.
Back then, she didn’t even bother giving it a name, but she remembered every note.
Any piece she improvised, she could later write out perfectly as sheet music.
The music ended.
Genevieve exhaled slowly. After all, she’d just performed in front of many big shots.
And with Justin and his parents watching, the pressure doubled.
Even though she’d practiced that piece in secret countless times, she wanted it to sound just as flawless as the version from that old video.
This time, she nailed it.
Clapping burst out.
Genevieve lifted her head.
Justin was the first to rise and applaud.
His eyes sparkled, excitement written all over his face.
With him leading, Blair and Russell snapped back and started clapping as well.
Soon, the whole place was filled with applause.
Genevieve lifted her red dress lightly, bowed with grace, and stepped off stage.
Justin’s reaction made him the center of attention right away.
Tilda spotted him and sneered.
Astrid glanced at Tilda, a little worried. “I didn’t expect Uncle Russell and the others to show up.”
“It’s fine. Just act like they’re invisible. It doesn’t mess with our dinner.”
So what if the Jensons were here? Tilda wasn’t about to ditch everything and leave. Why should she?
Besides, they still owed her two lives. If they had any decency, they’d stay far away from her.
Honestly, she even doubted the Jensons knew what decency meant.
“Yeah.”
Seeing how chill Tilda was, Astrid just nodded.
Then, she added, “Feels like… you’ve changed.”
Back then, Tilda always carried some edge whenever she ran into the Jensons.
But now, Astrid couldn’t sense that anymore.
It was like the Jensons had been erased from Tilda’s mind, no longer worth anything.
Tilda smiled. “Maybe it’s because I’ve found people who matter more.”
She had three mentors, maybe more out there.
And Harvey was still alive somewhere, watching sunrises and sunsets.
She also got the love she never had in her previous life, the friendships she once gave up, and the values she’d ignored.
This time, she had them all.
With those, her so-called “family” didn’t matter anymore.
They became irrelevant.
Theo suddenly asked curiously. “Who’s got you saying stuff like that, Queen?”
“Obviously, you guys. My partners.”
“Queen, come on! You’re clearly talking about someone else, but you’re dragging us into it.”
Even so, hearing it from her made them secretly happy.
The performance was over, and the lights came back on.
Their appetizers, main courses, and desserts started hitting the table one by one.
“Mmm, this is so good. Queen, you gotta taste it.”
“This pudding is amazing! Queen, have some!”
“Queen…”
Tilda looked at her plate, stacked high like a mountain, and rubbed her forehead helplessly. “Alright, I’ve got hands and a brain. Eat your own food. Stop dumping everything on my plate like I’m some patient.”
“Aw, come on, Queen, let us spoil you! Look, I’m not bad at all. I’m over six feet, got an eight-pack, hit the gym, eat clean, look great, rich, can be sweet or wild, and I’m great in bed, too!”
Theo batted his eyes at her while dropping a perfectly peeled shrimp onto her plate.