Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 757 - 758

"I’m okay with that," Rosemary said nonchalantly.

"Then I’ll borrow a violin from someone here."

Alma hadn’t brought her fiddle today, worried that others might think she had an ulterior motive, so she left it at home on purpose.

"I’ve got one."

From within the crowd, Eugene’s voice emerged. Though he was a whiz at chess, his house had quite a collection of musical instruments.

"Speaking of which, this violin was a gift from Jamie Noelle," Eugene asked someone to hand it over.

Regan, seeing the exquisite and familiar violin, couldn’t help but ask, "Is that the one Angus made in 1716, which Jamie Noelle snapped up at a high price? When did she give it to you?"

Eugene looked smug, "A small token like this really shows who’s more valued."

"Why did she give you that? Did you coerce or bribe her?" Regan was obviously a bit jealous.

Rosemary knew he had a passion for music, yet she gave such a precious thing to Mr. Albright, the chess nut. And she didn’t even think of him!

As he wallowed in self-pity, he caught sight of Alma’s amused smile and had an epiphany, "I get it now. It must be hers, and you’re just trying to pull one over on me!"

Eugene didn’t expect him to see through the ruse and stubbornly retorted, "Can’t you just admit Jamie Noelle favors me over you?"

"I’ll go first," Alma took the violin, which seemed to bear the traces of Jamie Noelle’s touch.

She mustered her courage and stepped onto the stage, brewing her emotions for a moment before pouring them all into The Life.

Lately, she had watched countless movies about love and loss to fully convey the rich emotions within the piece.

With her eyes closed, her mind was filled with cinematic scenes of joy, reunion, happiness, and sorrow.

A myriad of feelings coalesced into The Life.

All the guests were taken aback by the skill with which she played Regan and Jamie Noelle’s signature piece.

"Beverly, I’ve always heard your daughter had a knack for the violin, and seeing her play today, it’s clear it’s true."

"How long has Alma been studying the violin? To play at this level, I’m truly impressed."

"Not only is your daughter beautiful, but she also excels in the arts. You’ve got it easy in this lifetime."

Beverly grinned graciously, "You flatter her too much; there’s still plenty she has to learn."

"Still need to learn? Can’t you leave some room for the rest of us?"

"With that level of skill, I dare say you won’t find a second like her among her peers."

"Indeed, I think Alma’s already quite accomplished. Don’t be too harsh on her. Why not use this birthday celebration to find her a proper mentor? If Mr. Jarvis is already taken, look to Jamie Noelle."

"Absolutely, Jamie Noelle’s performance earlier was breathtaking. If Jamie Noelle would take your Alma as a mentee, then she’d surely become a rising star in the world of violin."

On the stage, Alma played with abandon, her eyes closed.

She expressed everything she’d learned recently through her music - her insights into films, into life, and into humanity.

As the piece concluded, she bowed gracefully, eliciting a thunderous applause.

"It’s rare for someone to perform The Life by Mr. Jarvis and Jamie Noelle in public because it’s so demanding. One wrong note, and it can turn into a farce."

"I’ve heard that even renowned violinists shy away from performing this piece in public, you know?

They’re afraid of being compared to the likes of Mr. Jarvis or Jamie Noelle. But young Alma here, bless her heart, she’s got guts. And tonight, she didn’t just step up to the plate - she knocked it out of the

park."

"Absolutely. To coax out such sound and feeling at her age? It’s quite an accomplishment."

"And if Jamie Noelle were in the crowd, I bet she’d scoop Alma up as a protege in a heartbeat. Looks like our chances are slipping away."

Alma, absorbing the praises from the stage, could feel she had improved leaps and bounds over her last performance. She locked eyes with Rosemary, a mix of confidence and pride in her gaze.

"Your turn," she passed the violin to Rosemary.

That was when many of the guests realized - a duel of the strings was about to unfold.

"Boy, Alma’s really putting it all on the line, eh? Facing off against that girl, knowing full well she’s Queena."

"Sure, Queena’s a whiz at chess, but her violin chops? That’s anybody’s guess."

Rosemary took the stage, bow in right hand, fingers dancing on the strings, and spun an enchanting

melody that gripped everyone instantly.

"That sound, isn’t it eerily similar to what Jamie Noelle would produce?"

"We just had Jamie Noelle’s rendition of this piece, and now hearing Rosemary’s take, it’s like they’re cut from the same cloth - their skill, tone, and sheer presence."

"I’m floored. I thought Alma played beautifully. However, same rhythm, same violin, yet Rosemary plays better than her."

And not just a rung or two higher - Rosemary’s playing was in a different league altogether!

Her music, pure and crystalline, seemed to elevate the room, whisking the guests away into the heart of the composition, leaving nothing but the image of a girl and her violin, narrating the joys and sorrows

of life through her strings.

Alma had only seen life through the lens of cinema, while Rosemary had truly lived every bit of joy and pain over the years - emotionally, Alma could never surpass her.

As the final note hung in the air, a stunned silence lingered before the room erupted into fervent applause.

"This birthday bash has been a blast, especially with Rosemary’s performance. It’s beyond impressive."

"So young, yet she plays the violin like a seasoned maestro."

"Such a treat for the ears."

Rosemary’s music had taken the audience on a journey through life’s highs and lows, its loves and its losses, and they couldn’t help but buzz with excitement.

"That performance could hold its own against any violinist out there today."

"Only Mr. Jarvis and Jamie Noelle playing a duet could convey the depth of emotion in that piece, but tonight, Rosemary showed she could do it solo!"

"Just one listen, and it leaves you with a heart full of feelings, craving more."

"It was sublime."

It was a soul-stirring performance that seemed to cleanse everyone’s hearts.

"I’ve lived many years, and this is only the second time I’ve been so moved by a live performance - the first being earlier tonight with Mr. Jarvis and Jamie Noelle."

"Same here. Rarely does a live performance resonate with me like this."

Alma’s face turned ashen. She couldn’t believe that after all her hard practice on The Life, Rosemary had effortlessly outshone her.

Could Rosemary, have been secretly mastering this piece all along?

How else could she have played with such finesse?

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