My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 243

“Then play for me.” Ashlyn lifted her chin slightly. “If you can’t even play in front of me, how are you going to perform in front of the audiences on Gala Night itself? With all those formless and faceless people staring at you?”

Charlotte bit her lip. “I…”

It took all of her resolve to place her bow on the strings. Then, she started to play.

Perhaps she was too nervous, she played a few notes wrong.

Ashlyn stopped her and focused her gaze on Charlotte. “Don’t be so tense. You need to relax your fingers a little so you can play the vibrato properly. Here, let me show you.”

With that, Ashlyn took the bow and cello over and began to play, explaining as she went. “Be mindful of the upbows, downbows and how many notes you string together in one stroke. For the vibrato, the slower you move your fingers, the more drawn-out and mournful the sound would be.”

The low humming of the cello rang out again, the melodious tune caught everyone’s attention. Even the dancers had turned their heads to look.

Ashlyn was completely unaware of everybody else’s reactions as she instructed Charlotte, “See? If you move your fingers faster, the vibrato sounds a little more urgent and excited.”

Finished playing the song, she handed the instrument back to the younger woman. “Now, you try.”

“You… You play better than my uncle!” Charlotte’s eyes were shining with admiration and awe as she stared at Ashlyn. She loved the cello and had been learning from her Uncle Lochlan since she was a young girl.

with a grin. She was not the slightest bit curious about this uncle of

other co-producers, everyone snapped out of

a moment there, they had been lost in the

from the hall,

at the various performers, taking in how they drooped

not say anything more as she climbed into her Land Rover and

then, a black Bentley came to a stop before

It was Lucas.

brows and was just wondering what to

icy voice of Lucas came through the phone, “Get off the

an equally chilly tone, “I drove my own

before she hung up. Starting up the engine, she headed for the

later, she parked at the entrance of the hotel and

him and said, “C’mon, Pierre. Dinner’s on

are you sure you don’t want to join the dancers? You have great talent!” Beside her, Pierre’s

“Not interested.”

of them entered

saw how the