Chapter 795 Spitting Inside
Abella saw Margaret had already piped up, so she kept her mouth shut and turned to Clarence. "Mr. Wodehouse, let's get this birthday bash rolling."
It was already 8:30 PM after all those competitions.
"Time to slice the cake," Clarence said, scanning the crowd. "Where the heck are Kenneth and Ian?"
"They should be here any minute."
"Alrighty then," Clarence said, waving everyone over. "Let's head to the garden and cut the cake out there tonight."
He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, seeing Abella, his little prodigy, crush it tonight.
Elsa stood frozen, her feet feeling like they were glued to the floor as the crowd started to move.
"Overestimating yourself," Margaret sneered, her eyes cold as ice, looking at Elsa like she was a total loser.
If Abella's piece was really off-the-cuff, then she wasn't just a bit better than Elsa—she was lightyears ahead.
Margaret's voice was icy. "With her skills now, even if you practice for another decade, you won't touch her level."
Elsa stared at Margaret, shocked she was giving Abella such props.
"You bombed the 'Worldly' competition. If I had stepped in, considering it's Mr. Wodehouse's birthday, Abella might've cut you some slack, and you wouldn't have to ditch the violin. But no, you had to be stubborn and go for the impromptu challenge. Did you see Mr. Francis' face? He thought you were just a sore loser making a scene."
Elsa felt a pang of shame. "I just can't accept it."
"Your so-called impromptu piece was two months in the making, and you still lost. That shows Abella's on another level. When you meet someone better, you should learn from them, not just get jealous. Otherwise, how are you any different from Lola?" Margaret's words made Elsa feel even worse.
"Does the world champ always have to be you? Can't someone else take the crown? Arrogant folks don't get far." Margaret's gaze was icy. "Even if you lost, stand tall and walk out with pride. My daughter won't be seen as a sore loser. From now on, no more violin for you."
Margaret dropped those words and strutted to the garden in her high heels.
Elsa suddenly realized how petty she'd been. She insisted on competing, and since she lost, she had to own it.
It was all her fault, blinded by the urge to win.
"How's it feel to get shown up?" Lola stepped out from the shadows, a smug grin on her face.
Lola added, "Last time at Innovation University, you went head-to-head with Abella on the violin and made a fool of yourself in front of all those teachers and students. I thought you'd learned, but tonight, you did it again, embarrassing yourself in front of all these big shots. No wonder Aunt Margaret's pissed. If I had a dumb daughter like you, I'd want to strangle you too."
Even though Margaret had just compared Elsa's inability to accept losing to Lola, which was a dig at Lola, seeing Elsa squirm still made Lola's day.
Elsa was fuming, and seeing Lola just set her off. She slapped her hard. "Your violin skills suck compared to mine. Who do you think you are, mocking me?"
"You dare hit me?" Lola clutched her cheek. "Do you even know who you're messing with?"
"So what if I hit you?" Elsa grabbed a fistful of Lola's hair, yanking it. "You think I'm scared of you, you adopted brat? Just 'cause I usually go easy on you, you think you can act all high and mighty? Know your place. Mess with me, and I'll make your life hell."
"Bring it on," Lola shot back, her eyes blazing. "I've been in this family for eighteen years. You think my parents will just stand by if you bully me?"
Elsa tightened her grip, almost ripping out Lola's hair. "They need proof. If they accuse me without it, you think my parents will just sit back?"
Lola struggled but couldn't break free, her anger boiling over.
"Even I can't touch the violin anymore, so what makes you think you can, you piece of trash?"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying if you even think about entering a violin competition, becoming a student of any master, or pursuing a career in violin, I'll make sure you never play again. Got it?"
"What are you planning?"
"You know exactly what I mean!" Elsa spat, then shoved her away.
Lola stumbled back, glaring daggers at Elsa. 'Is she planning to sabotage me? Just because she can't play anymore, she wants to ruin it for everyone else?'
Elsa dusted off her hands like she'd touched something filthy, her face full of disdain, and turned to leave.
"Elsa, this isn't over." Lola had tried to keep a low profile, but Elsa had been getting more and more unbearable. Ever since she found out Lola wasn't a real Medici, she'd been relentless.
"Don't come crying to your parents later," Lola warned, turning to leave.
Elsa shrugged it off. 'What could Lola possibly do to me with that pea brain of hers?'
She'd barely taken a few steps when she heard something behind her. She turned just in time to see Lola, holding a glass of champagne, which she promptly threw in Elsa's face.
Elsa couldn't dodge, and the champagne splashed all over her face and dress.
Lola set the glass down, a smug smile on her face. "This is just the beginning, Elsa. Watch your back."
"You!"
"Oh, and by the way, I spat in that champagne."
"You!" Elsa was livid and bolted for the bathroom.
Feeling victorious, Lola headed towards the garden. The place was lit up with warm lights, making it look super cozy.
"Done with the bathroom?" Henry slid his hand around her waist, studying her face. "No tears?"
Earlier, Lola had lied about being a student of Knight Strategist, and when the guests made her apologize to Abella, Henry worried it had crushed her spirit.
But Lola, grinning ear to ear, said, "Cry over that? No way."
Seeing Elsa in such a mess had made her day.
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