Chapter 1103 Miscalculation
The next morning, Jane came downstairs to find a calm young woman already sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Jane, come here!" Ann called out, waving her over. "This is the flower arrangement teacher I hired for you. You have a one-hour class this morning. After your nap, there's a two-hour piano lesson."
Jane thought, 'This feels just like being in an extracurricular class.'
Because of the class, Jane didn't even enjoy her breakfast.
The flower arrangement room was set up in a guest room in the annex. The servants, following Ann's instructions, had prepared various bouquets and porcelain vases.
"Ms. Watkins, a flower arrangement is all about creating an artistic conception. It combines movement and stillness with a harmonious blend of heights and depths. At a more advanced level, even the language of flowers matters."
The flower arrangement teacher introduced herself while fiddling with her bouquet. Suddenly, she realized Jane hadn't responded at all. When she looked up, she was stunned.
Jane had already completed a flower arrangement, using a slender green pomelo vase with orchids as the main theme, complemented by chamomile. It was simple yet sophisticated, understated yet charming.
Jane was very pleased with the teacher's shocked reaction. "Even though I haven't practiced for years, it seems my aesthetic sense and flower arrangement skills haven't declined."
Ten minutes later, Ann was sitting in the small courtyard, drinking morning tea and reading a prenatal education book, when she saw the flower arrangement teacher walking out of the annex.
"Ma'am, what happened?" Ann stood up, thinking Jane had upset the teacher.
"Mrs. Clark, Ms. Watkins' flower arrangement skills surpass mine. There's no need for me to show off in front of her." The teacher excused herself.
Ann was skeptical. "Really?"
"Of course. Ms. Watkins' skills are almost on par with my teacher's. I'm truly ashamed."
In just half an hour, Jane made the flower arrangement teacher feel compelled to depart; she felt completely refreshed after that.
Ann suspiciously glanced at Jane, wanting to ask when she learned flower arrangement but feeling too embarrassed to do so.
"Mrs. Clark, I've heard that Jane is very talented and skilled in flower arrangement, so it's not surprising," Sadie said from the side.
Ann thought for a moment. "True, let's wait for the piano teacher in the afternoon."
"Alright!" Jane agreed readily. After dealing with the flower arrangement teacher in the morning, she already had a plan for the afternoon.
Ann gave Jane a suspicious look and pulled Sadie aside, whispering, "Don't you think Jane's reaction seems like she's just humoring me?"
"Not at all." Sadie laughed.
Ann said, "Don't you think she looked just like Mrs. White's granddaughter next door who planned to skip class?"
Sadie thought about it and had to admit it did seem similar.
If Anthony were here, he would definitely see through Jane's plan.
It wasn't just similar to Lori White's granddaughter's strategy to skip class; it was the same!
The piano teacher was a woman in her forties. She currently taught at a renowned music college in the southern city and was considered a top music professor in the industry.
The piano was placed in a side hall of the main building.
Ann heard the melodious sound of the piano, which seemed to be a piece by Beethoven.
The melody was urgent and passionate, making Ann a bit anxious. She wondered if she should ask the teacher to play something more soothing for prenatal education.
In the piano room, the teacher watched Jane's fingers fly across the black and white keys. Her left and right hands seemed to be controlled by two different brains, each performing its role with perfect coordination, only occasionally pausing briefly at unfamiliar passages.
Jane's expression remained calm throughout, and her body didn't move with the passionate parts of the piece. This indicated that she was playing with great ease.
When the piece ended, the piano teacher snapped out of her daze and applauded sincerely.
"May I ask how many years you've studied piano?" The teacher's face was full of admiration.
Jane smiled. "I learned as a child, just for fun."
"For fun?" The teacher was shocked. "Your playing is better than some of my master's students! I have nothing more to teach you in piano. I'm quite skilled in violin; would Ms. Watkins be interested?"
If she couldn't teach piano, she'd teach violin.
Jane sighed. 'Could I say I wasn't interested in anything?'
Ann had prepared well; there was a violin next to the piano.
The piano teacher picked up the violin, tuned it, and played "Carmen Fantasy."
"What does Ms. Watkins think?" She thought that a person skilled in piano would surely have an appreciation for other instruments.
"Let me try." Jane gestured for the teacher to hand her the violin.
Jane stood still, placed the violin on her left shoulder, and held the bow in her right hand. The violin's melodious sound filled the room again.
With perfect intonation and rapid high-position playing, not a single note was missed.
"Paganini's '24 Caprices'!" It was one of the most challenging pieces in the violin repertoire. The teacher immediately recognized it and was once again shocked.
"Did you major in violin?" The teacher asked, as Jane's violin skills were even more impressive than her piano skills.
"No, I didn't," Jane replied. "I can play a bit of piano, violin, cello, and harp."
The teacher was highly skeptical of Jane's "a bit."
Such musical talent not being used in the music field was truly a waste!
"Ms. Watkins, I wonder if you have time. I want to introduce you to my teacher. He's a very talented person and would be thrilled to meet you!"
Jane's casual demeanor vanished instantly, and she looked at the teacher warily. "No! No time, no interest! I don't want to pursue music!"
Ann felt her heart race when she heard the passionate music outside. Worried, she came in to check and happened to hear Jane's words.
She was still confused and didn't understand the situation. The piano teacher, seeing her, looked as if she had found a savior. "Mrs. Clark, please persuade Ms. Watkins to meet my teacher!"
This teacher's mentor was a music legend, someone many people wanted to meet. Now he was offering to meet Jane!
"Okay, okay." Ann, not fully understanding the situation, agreed first. Then she saw the teacher packing up to leave and called out, "Professor, the lesson isn't over yet."
"Ms. Watkins' musical talent can only be guided by my teacher. Mrs. Clark, you're very fortunate." The teacher praised Jane a few more times.
Jane stood by with a blank expression.
She just wanted the teacher to leave on her own. She didn't expect that her expertise would draw the attention of even more impressive people eager to meet her. What a miscalculation!
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