Chapter 113 Hope to Marry into the Four Major Wealthy Families
Actually, Phoenix didn't need to specifically explain why she was replaced. By deliberately explaining it like that, she was just making sure her fans knew she was replaced because someone else was better than her.
Fans would naturally assume that whoever could replace Phoenix must be a very skilled pianist. Those who admired Phoenix would feel indignant and couldn't help comparing their idol to this yet-to-be-announced piano accompanist, so their attention would shift to this person.
Then when the actual performance came...
As long as that person performed worse than Phoenix, Phoenix's fans would definitely tear them apart.
Phoenix casually scrolled through the comments, sneering coldly, "Pressure? Isn't that what she deserves?"
"That Isabella went to great lengths to convince Lawrence to let her do the accompaniment, wasn't it just to grab attention? Then let more people see her."
Phoenix was still angry inside. She let out a cold laugh, her eyes full of disgust and contempt.
"What trash? An attention-seeker with no self-awareness, stealing my spot."
When fans couldn't find out who the pianist replacing Phoenix was, they shifted their attention to the piano recital being held on the same day as Lawrence's concert.
[Looking forward to Phoenix's recital! Will definitely go cheer you on!]
[Phoenix, don't be sad. We'd rather watch Phoenix's solo recital anyway, don't want to watch other people sing! This is better - we can see Phoenix up close!]
[Phoenix has always been a beautiful lady! Will always love Phoenix.]
[Wonder what piece Phoenix will play this time. Last time I saw sheet music for "Midnight Solitude" in Phoenix's photos - could she have secretly learned this piece already?]
[Is Phoenix really going to play Mira's piece at the recital? That would be so cool.]
Phoenix scrolled through the comments, her eyes flickering.
Looks like she needed to master "Midnight Solitude" before the recital.
Scheduling her recital on the same day as Lawrence's concert was intentional on her part.
Only through comparison can you see the difference.
On that day, she would be able to play the extremely difficult "Midnight Solitude," while Isabella couldn't even play simple accompaniment well. Phoenix was looking forward to Isabella becoming a laughingstock.
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The Taylor Villa.
Bianca had been following Phoenix's Facebook. A while ago, she saw a pinned post about Lawrence's concert, but now when she looked again, that post had been deleted.
She was stunned for a moment, quite curious.
Why would Phoenix delete it for no reason?
The next second, she saw Phoenix had posted something about holding a recital during the same period.
She immediately liked it.
Phoenix was her idol.
Because Phoenix was not only Emerald City's most elegant socialite, but also an outstanding pianist.
Olivia always told her to learn from Phoenix and use Phoenix as her role model.
Olivia said if she could reach Phoenix's level, she would have a chance to marry into one of the four great families.
So even though she was engaged to Zachary, she still didn't give up working hard, because she had a bigger goal - to become part of one of the four great families, because only the four great families were truly elite.
The Taylor Family and the Baker Family were nothing compared to the four great families.
If you asked which heir of the four great families she most wanted to marry, it would undoubtedly be Sophia's brother William.
William, so prestigious he only existed in rumors.
Bianca's mind filled with images of William's handsome face and tall, slender figure, her cheeks gradually reddening.
After a while, she collected herself and continued looking at the sheet music in front of her - also Mira's "Midnight Solitude," the piece Phoenix had been practicing recently.
Usually, whatever Phoenix played, she would practice too.
Bianca placed her hands on the piano and played from the sheet music, going from initial awkwardness to now being able to play a small section smoothly.
Before long, someone pushed open the piano room door.
Bianca was concentrating and didn't notice who came in.
When she finished playing the section, light applause came from the doorway.
Bianca looked up, her face lighting up, "Mom? When did you get here?"
"I've been listening for a while." Olivia walked in and glanced at the sheet music on Bianca's piano stand. "Mira's piece is very difficult. Playing it to this level, you've already surpassed most people."
"Mom, I want to become an elegant socialite like Phoenix as soon as possible."
Olivia patted her head, "Bianca, I believe in you. That day will come."
"But..." Bianca thought of something and looked a bit upset.
"What's wrong?"
Bianca suddenly started crying, her voice choked with emotion, "...Mom, I didn't do well on this exam. I didn't get first place in the grade. I couldn't even beat Isabella. Isabella is really amazing. She could study so well under those conditions, but I worked so hard and still... couldn't beat her."
She really hadn't expected Isabella to score 1440. This had been haunting her these past few days.
She felt like she'd been humiliated somehow.
"Mom, am I useless? I can't beat Isabella..."
"Mom, if I can't beat Isabella next time either, will you kick me out? I don't deserve to stay in this family..."
"How could that be?" Olivia looked at Bianca like this and felt heartbroken. "Bianca, why would you think that? No matter what, Mom will never kick you out of this family. You'll always be Mom's daughter."
She wiped Bianca's tears with a handkerchief while comforting her: "Bianca, do you know what the biggest difference is between you and Isabella?"
Bianca shook her head and answered nasally, "No."
"From the moment you were switched at birth, you were destined for two completely different fates. All these years, you've lived in the Taylor Family, and everyone you've met and known has been from high society. Your every move, your understanding and upbringing, all follow upper-class etiquette."
"But Isabella lived in that kind of place with those low-class people for seventeen years. She's destined to be vulgar and unrefined in her bones. She's been shaped into a crude person, destined never to have the refinement a socialite should have."
"A person's excellence isn't determined by how high their education is. This is especially true in wealthy families. Education is just icing on the cake, not a must-have."
If Isabella had been found earlier, at one or two years old, she would have abandoned Bianca without hesitation and chosen Isabella, because at that time everything could still be salvaged.
But now, it was too late.
Bianca was already a perfect socialite. All her efforts had been poured into Bianca.
So she could only choose Bianca.
"Bianca, no matter how well Isabella studies, she can never become an elegant socialite like Phoenix. And you don't need to compete with her in academics, because your piano, painting, dancing, refinement, and etiquette are all things she doesn't have."
"If one of you has a chance to marry into the four great families, that person will definitely be you, not Isabella. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Bianca gradually stopped crying.