Amy Sinclair turned her head and spotted Alexander, Liam, and Victoria standing nearby, with Nathan Prescott following close behind. He carried the violins that belonged to Victoria and Liam.

Victoria looked up at Alexander in surprise. "Alex, is it true Ms. Sinclair can play the violin too? How come you and Liam never mentioned it?"

Nathan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, come on. She's just trying to imitate Victoria. Probably saw how stunning Victoria looks when she performs and thought she could pull it off. Let's be honest—Victoria was the star of Solmaris Conservatory's music program. No matter how much Amy practices, she'll never reach even a fraction of Victoria's talent. And we all know the only reason Alex noticed her in the first place was because she was trying to be like Victoria..."

Victoria quickly cut him off, her voice soft but firm. "That's enough, Nathan. Liam is right here. Don't say things like that."

Nathan huffed but fell silent.

Liam's eyes burned with jealousy as he watched his mother, dressed elegantly, standing beside Oliver. "No matter how much you copy Victoria, you'll never be as good as her!" he blurted out.

A deep, velvety voice came from behind them. "Young man, you've inherited your father's eyesight—it could use some improvement."

A tall, strikingly handsome man approached, his lips curving into an effortless smile. His eyes shimmered like moonlight dancing on water, captivating everyone around him.

"Where were you, Dad?" Oliver asked.

"Ran into an old friend. Had a quick chat."

Sebastian Kingsley crouched beside Liam, his voice warm but teasing. "Son, don't you think your mother is far more beautiful than Ms. Langley?"

Amy had always been too busy caring for Liam to focus on her appearance. Since his birth, she rarely wore dresses or makeup. She was a full-time mother, juggling school runs, meals, and Liam's special dietary needs—often spending hours brewing herbal remedies for him.

But today was different.

Amy had taken extra care with her appearance—her hair swept into an elegant updo, her makeup flawless. The white dress she wore clung to her curves with effortless grace, its delicate fabric shimmering with every movement. Her skin, pale as freshly fallen snow, seemed to glow from within.

Coincidentally, both Amy and Victoria wore white that day. Victoria, with her delicate features and petite frame, exuded a fragile, ethereal beauty that naturally made others want to protect her.

Her dress had been custom-designed by Alexander for the performance, perfectly complementing her figure and style. She knew how to play to her strengths, opting for soft, understated elegance.

Yet, standing beside Amy, Victoria seemed slightly overshadowed—especially since they both wore white. The contrast was undeniable.

Hearing Sebastian's remark, Victoria's cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, looking every bit the damsel in distress.

Nathan, seeing her distress, felt his temper flare.