Chapter 47 Violet Plays the Piano

One glance, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. What was this? Wesley Merritt and Violet Leach staring into each other's eyes—bad enough—but standing so close they were inches from kissing. And still staring! Still locked in that gaze! Still refusing to look away! Unbelievable!!! Irene Bexley's chest heaved with fury, jealousy practically stamped across her face. After a few seconds, she rose, forcing a tight smile as she stepped toward Violet. "I've heard Miss Leach is truly gifted at the piano. Might I have the honor of hearing you play a piece tonight?" Wesley's gaze turned icy, piercing straight into Irene Bexley. Meeting that cold stare, Irene Bexley shivered—then a wave of jealousy consumed her. If looks could kill, she'd have torn Violet to shreds on the spot. Oscar Merritt, watching closely, realized Irene Bexley was picking a fight. He admitted Violet was beautiful, but talent-wise, no match for Irene Bexley. Irene Bexley, the Bexley family's prized protégée, mastered