Sybil was so frantic beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She instinctively reached out to stop her. "Loyce! This is a formal performance, don't make a scene..."
"Sybil, let my sister give it a try," Morris suddenly interjected, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. "She was my special guest to begin with, so there's no question of her 'making a scene.'"
His sharp gaze rested on Sybil's pale face for a moment before his tone softened. "I’m performing this recital for free tonight because I consider you all my friends. And since we're all friends, what's wrong with gathering casually to explore art together? Wouldn't you all agree?"
His words, a clear show of favoritism, completely overshadowed the cherished younger cousin image Sybil had worked so hard to cultivate. The difference in his treatment of a full-blooded sister versus a cousin was stark.
Flavia watched with immense satisfaction. "Well, there's certainly a difference between a true sister and a cousin, isn't there?" she murmured.
Someone in the audience quickly chimed in, "Let's hear Ms. Lonsdale's music!"
Yuna scoffed, "Loyce lived with the Sampson family for years and never touched a piano. She's just going up there to make a fool of herself."
Flavia countered smoothly, "If Ms. Lonsdale can't play, why would she volunteer to go up and be humiliated? I'm sure she has better judgment than that."
Loyce, dressed in casual attire, was a stark contrast to the formally dressed Sybil on stage. But when the spotlight hit her, illuminating a face so stunning that no casual outfit could diminish its beauty, it made the hearts of the men in the audience pound.

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