Grant understood Lincy's intention almost instantly.
He had never meant for her to challenge me. In fact, he had expected her to embarrass herself. His gaze hardened as he looked at her and said flatly, "Enough. Go back."
Lincy froze.
In the past, when Grant spoke like that, his words were always aimed at me never at her. The realization hit her hard, and resentment flashed across her face.
"So what?" she snapped, eyes sharp. "As the Ashbourne daughter, you can't even play the violin? What a joke."
I smiled faintly, calm on the surface. "Actually, I don't know how to play the violin."
Camilla was here tonight too. I could feel her eyes on me somewhere in the crowd, quietly watching, waiting for a crack. The last time I forced myself to perform, old habits nearly slipped through. I wasn't about to expose myself again.
Still, I couldn't tolerate Lincy making a scene in front of everyone.
