A Few years had past, lylah who is still in abroad finally got her dream. She became graduate in the music and art University in Paris, her dream of becoming a violinist. She was famous in Paris and was popular in music and sometimes teaches growing star like her . Her popularity grew large , and she was often invited in grand occasions and event . She known for her talent and was given a nick name like magical finger or angel's halo.
A Few months had past, she was in her bedroom taking a nap when she received a call written "dad". It had been over a year since someone close to her had called her, especially her dad, after she left home. She picked up the call and brought her phone closer to her ears. The sound of her dad's voice brought back memories of family dinners, laughter, and shared moments. It was a comforting feeling, a reminder of the bond they shared despite the physical distance between them.
As she listened to her dad's voice, she couldn't help but recall the last time they had spoken face-to-face. It was during a holiday gathering, surrounded by relatives and the warmth of togetherness. The conversation they had that day echoed in her mind, filled with advice, love, and the familiar tone that only a parent could provide.
The call served as a bridge connecting her present with cherished moments from the past. It was a reminder of the importance of family ties, of staying connected despite the busyness of life. The simple act of hearing her dad's voice brought a sense of comfort and reassurance, a reminder that no matter where life took her, a piece of home would always be just a phone call away.
Hello, it is I, your father,"a fragile voice of a weak, ailing man resonated through the phone. She was taken aback by the unexpected call.
"Hello... are you there?"the voice persisted.
Upon hearing the voice for the second time, her heart was gripped by a sharp pain, as if a thousand needles were piercing it. A surge of emotions overwhelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes. Lost in contemplation, she couldn't fathom that her father, who had cast her out of her home, would reach out to her after a prolonged period of estrangement.
"Hey,"she replied with a somber tone.
"Hey kiddo, you must have missed me,"the man behind the voice coughed repeatedly.
"I do not wish to engage in conversation with you..."a lengthy pause followed.
"I apologize, please wait,"the voice faded slightly as she declined the call. Placing her phone aside, she took a moment to compose herself amidst the frustration and desolation. Clenching her hand in pain, she bit her lip, reflecting on the long absence of her father's calls since she departed from home. Living without the guidance of any guardian, she had diligently worked towards crafting a future that her mother had envisioned for her.
At the age of 17, she faced the arduous challenge of lacking protection, with only her grandparents to shield her from adversity. In a lavishly decorated bedroom, featuring a grand bed adorned with floral-patterned bedding and lavender curtains drawn to welcome the sunlight, she reclined. Upon receiving a notification on her phone from the Ritz Paris hotel, she hastily rose from her bed and proceeded to the lavishly designed bathroom, characterized by a walk-in shower head with LED lighting and contemporary luxury aesthetics.
Following her bath, she made her way to the dressing room, a masterpiece of custom shelving and darkwood drawers illuminated by soft, golden lighting. The plush carpet exuded warmth, while a magnificent vanity reflected the room's beauty. Selecting a nude pink Sleeveless gown embellished with crystal stones, a creation by Oscar de la Renta personally gifted to her for the hotel's grand celebration, she prepared to grace the stage alongside other chamber orchestra members.
Embellished in the exquisite gown that accentuated her beauty, she applied a light makeup with a baby pink lipstick, radiating elegance. Carrying her phone, she exited the room to be greeted by a chauffeur waiting to escort her to the hotel. The lobby of the hotel boasted high ceilings with elegant crown molding, marble flooring with intricate patterns, and a luxurious chandelier. Adorned with paintings, sculptures, and modern art pieces in white and gold hues, the interior exuded opulence.
Outside the hotel, numerous luxury cars lined the front entrance, with a long red carpet unfurled to welcome distinguished guests. After a brief pause, a sleek black Bentley Continental GT smoothly pulled up to the hotel entrance, stirring excitement among the numerous reporters and camera operators stationed outside.
"This exudes opulence,"remarked one observer, pondering about the distinguished passengers inside.
Amidst the crowd of celebrities, a question lingered in the air, "Who could be the esteemed guest arriving?"
A knowledgeable reporter suggested, "Perhaps it is the renowned Lana de Mira."
Intrigued, another reporter inquired, "Who is Lana de Mira?"
Replying with admiration, a colleague shared, "Lana de Mira is a celebrated violinist from Paris."
The mention of Lana de Mira sparked a sudden outburst from a blonde reporter, causing a brief commotion among the crowd.
"How did you ascertain that it is indeed Lana de Mira?"the reporter questioned with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
How could one ascertain that it is Lana de Mira?""Who else would be in that vehicle if not Lana de Mira?"argued one reporter with another."I am not entirely certain it is Lana de Mira; it could be the renowned lylah... I recently received confidential information that lylah would be performing at the grand celebration,"retorted a reporter with dark hair.While the reporters were engaged in a heated discussion, the general manager positioned himself in front of the car to welcome the guests as they disembarked. The reporters were already in place to catch a glimpse of the guests, and the cameramen had readied their equipment to capture the moment.The chauffeur emerged from the vehicle and approached the passenger side to open the door for the lady inside.As the car door swungpped out. She was adorned in a sleeveless gown of nude pink, embellished with crystal stones. The reporters were taken aback by her youthful beauty as she emerged from the car. Her slender figure looked stunning in the dress, complemented by her long black hair styled in an elegant bun. She was greeted by the general manager himself as she gracefully made her way through the paparazzi."Wow, she looks absolutely stunning."The reporters gazed at her with admiration, some with subtle envy while others snapped photographs of her in the exquisite attire.After she entered the lobby with the general manager, outside the hotel, the reporters continued to debate over who was superior between Lana de Mira and lylah. Inside the venue, she was escorted to her seat by the general manager. She patiently waited until she was invited onto the stage, where she introduced herself to the crowd, eliciting applause for her grand entrance. The party commenced.The group of musicians, including the violinist and other instrumentalists, began to play. She stood on the stage with her violin and started to perform, playing the renowned piece "Tchaikovsky (Swan Lake)"and her own composition "Flawless Night,"a popular song she composed while studying music in Country Z. She played this song during her final exam at the music school and received an award for it, marking her debut as one of the most accomplished violinists. The audience cheered as she played.Upon finishing her performance, she gracefully exited the stage as the crowd erupted into applause. As the grand celebration came to an end, she prepared to leave when the general manager invited her for a private conversation."Miss Ming Yue, I apologize for the untimely interruption. Please accept my sincere apologies for disrupting your evening,"he interjected as she was about to depart."That is quite alright,"she replied with a smile."Wait, Miss lylah, Mr. Ritz would like to invite you for some refreshments,"he extended his hand towards her."Alright, please lead the way,"she responded, taking his hand.He escorted her through a grand doorway, which was held open by two men. Inside, there was a private suite with a select group of guests conversing and enjoying drinks. An elderly gentleman was seated on a couch engaged in conversation with a middle-aged man, while a middle-aged woman in a vintage green gown with a pearl necklace sat beside him, exuding elegance. Upon noticing her, the elderly gentleman smiled warmly and welcomed her into the gathering. They greeted her warmly as she reciprocated their smiles."Please pay no mind to the crowd, my dear,"the elderly gentleman offered her a seat.