I Stole the Bully’s Fiancé and Started to Revenge novel Chapter 8

Ashley had come prepared.

Dressed in a champagne-colored evening gown, she took her seat at the grand piano.

Her delicate fingers danced over the keys, filling the air with a melody so beautiful it felt almost unreal.

A stunning woman, playing a breathtaking tune.

A sight to behold.

When she finished, thunderous applause erupted.

She stood gracefully, offering a slight bow.

Every movement was poised, the picture of refined elegance.

Daniel stepped forward, handing her a bouquet.

Ashley's cheeks flushed a soft pink, her eyes brimming with admiration as she gazed at him.

The atmosphere shifted.

Ashley was probably over the moon—after tonight, she'd wash away the stain Ethan left on her reputation and pull Daniel back into her orbit.

And me?

I was supposed to step aside.

She blocked my path, looking down at me with a smirk.

"You and I… we're worlds apart."

"Playing the victim won't change that."

I tilted my head and smiled innocently.

"Don't be so quick to call the game, Ashley."

"That's never a smart move."

Her expression darkened for a split second before she suddenly spoke again.

"Since you're part of the team, Sophia, I'm sure you've prepared something too, haven't you?"

A challenge.

She was determined to humiliate me.

After all, as a so-called assistant who "got in through connections," someone with a modest background and barely enough money to get by—what talents could I possibly have?

She was convinced she had me cornered.

The crowd, full of sharp minds, caught on immediately, turning their attention to me with interest.

Daniel frowned, about to step in, but I gave him a playful wink.

"Well, I can't compare to all of you," I said, feigning hesitation.

"But I do know how to cook. How about a little live demonstration?"

Ashley scoffed.

"Cooking? That's not a performance. Are you kidding me—"