Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 108

Even Finley looked at her with contempt. “She’s gotten completely carried away.”

Honora stepped back, and as she passed Larissa, she whispered with a smirk, “Good luck, Larissa. Everyone is watching. Try not to make a complete fool of yourself.”

Larissa shot her a sideways glance. “You’re the one who should be worried. With your level of talent, you’d be better off learning to farm from me. That way, you’ll have a way to support yourself after you’re kicked out of the Judson family.”

Honora was left speechless.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Larissa walked to the piano and sat down. She casually pushed up the sleeves of her evening gown, a gesture that completely lacked the elegance Honora had displayed.

After sitting, she didn’t immediately begin to play. Instead, she closed her eyes, her hands moving in the air as if tracing invisible notes, a soft melody humming from her lips.

“It actually looks like she’s composing.”

“She’s just putting on a show.”

“How long is this going to take? Are we just supposed to watch her sit there?”

Just as the crowd’s patience began to wear thin, Larissa’s eyes snapped open. The casual air was gone, replaced by a look of unprecedented focus.

In the audience, Haskell once again raised his phone, aiming the camera at Larissa. These were precious moments, and he intended to preserve every single one.

Noticing Haskell’s actions, Torrin was not to be outdone. He took out his own phone and then held a hand out to his father.

“Dad, give me your phone.”

Colter frowned. “What are you up to now?”

“If you can’t do it, just get off the stage! Don’t embarrass yourself.”

Larissa ignored the catcalls, her fingers dancing across the keys until the very last note hung in the air.

Silence fell.

Three seconds later, the music erupted like a violent storm, a majestic and powerful symphony that left the audience breathless. It was as if they were suddenly on a tiny, rickety boat, tossed about on a tempestuous sea. Lightning tore across the sky, and with every crash of thunder, they felt the threat of being capsized.

Just as all hope seemed lost, a massive cruise ship emerged from the mist, sailing slowly toward them. A wave of elation washed over them—they were saved!

As the ship drew near, a figure stood at the bow, looking down at them. It had to be a goddess, descended from the heavens to rescue them.

The scene shifted. They were now lying on the deck of the great ship, tears of relief in their eyes. The storm clouds overhead began to part, and rays of sunlight streamed through, bathing them in a comforting warmth.