Chapter 40

Let's be real—violin's not something you can just pick up and master overnight. Tons of people have been training since they were kids, and even then, most wouldn't dare play in front of a crowd. Samantha briefly tightened her grip on the violin, then reached back and yanked out the pin holding up her bun. Her dark, glossy hair fell like a curtain down her back. She raised her chin, placed the violin under it, and with the faintest smile curling on her lips, lowered her long lashes and drew the bow slowly across the strings. In that moment, Samantha looked like she owned the world. Every move she made screamed grace and elegance. Her figure was slender yet curvy in all the right ways, and under the glow of ambient light, her flawless features looked almost unreal. Though she had on a tailored business suit—not your typical violinist's wardrobe—letting her hair down gave the look a soft, feminine edge that somehow pulled it all together. Low-key was never her vibe tonight. She came to w