The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1515

Arabella had no intention of taking on a formal mentorship, but her passion for the violin and her respect for the elders led her to

leave her cell number anyway.

"Do you dare to play another impromptu piece?" Alma challenged Arabella, mustering all her courage for a rematch, "Perhaps

you've practiced that last piece in secret. Let's see who's the real prodigy with a one-minute violin improvisation."

Megan frowned upon hearing this. What was this girl thinking? Couldn't she accept defeat?

A smirk played on Arabella's lips, and she was about to decline when she caught Beck winking furiously at her, as if to say, “When

someone's practically begging for a whooping, you better deliver.”

"I'll go first," Alma declared without waiting for Arabella's consent and snatched the violin from her hands to perform her so-called

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spontaneous composition.

Although it was billed as improvisation, the piece was actually the result of two months of meticulous work and countless revisions.

"Not bad at all."

"It's got that youthful defiance. She's young, full of dreams and fight. Makessomewhat envious."

"The tune is so positive; it's oddly uplifting."

Although it was meant to be a minute-long duel, Alma played her piece in its entirety, taking up two minutes.

"If we must compete," Arabella took back the violin, "half a minute is all | need."

Anger flashed in AIma's eyes, as if she wanted to protest Arabella's perceived slight.

But then, a majestic melody poured from Arabella's strings, grander, more powerful, and more melodious than Alma's.

A sinking feeling hit Alma. Could it be that Arabella also composed violin pieces in her spare time, keeping them ready for

moments like this?

Arabella played only the climax of her piece, leaving the audience craving more, and then she stopped, "You lost."

The gap between their abilities was clear.

"Was that really an improvisation?" Alma asked, unable to conceal her disbelief.

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Beverly felt a twinge of embarrassment for her daughter. Arabella's piece, The Life, had already demonstrated a master's prowess.

Yet her daughter was still wallowing in defeat, foolishly hoping for a comeback.

"In this lifetime, you're barred from the world of violin; you agreed not to touch anything related to it. That's your words,"

Arabella’s remarks caused Alma staggered back, nearly losing her balance.

"They were playing for keeps."

"It was just a friendly match; why make such a hefty bet? Having two talents in the violin world is better than one, right?"

"But next to Arabella, Alma really does fall short."

That last comment was like twisting the knife in Alma's wound.

"A bet's a bet. From now on, Alma will steer clear of the violin and its related fields. Let's consider tonight's farce as a bit of added

entertainment for the birthday bash."