Margaret Blackwood's lips pursed in disapproval as she fixed her daughter with a stern gaze. "Charlotte, must you be so excitable? Where is the decorum expected of a Blackwood heiress?"

But Charlotte could barely contain her exhilaration. She shoved her phone toward her mother, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Mother, do you know Genevieve Harrington? She's coming to Solmaris as a special guest!"

"Genevieve?" Margaret's perfectly arched brows lifted in surprise. "You mean Genevieve Harrington? The Harrington heiress?"

Charlotte nodded eagerly. "Exactly! The Genevieve Harrington. They say she comes from one of the most distinguished families in Solmaris, and her talent is unmatched. Some even claim she could rival Aurora Harrington, the reigning queen of high society."

A dreamy sigh escaped her lips. "She's my absolute idol. I must attend her concert—no matter what!"

Margaret considered this for a moment before nodding. "Yes, establishing a connection with someone like Ms. Harrington would be advantageous. If you could gain her favor, it would reflect well on the Blackwood name."

Charlotte sighed wistfully. "They say she's coming to support her closest friend. Her circle—Natalie and Lillian—are both extraordinary. They're even inducted into the Solmaris Conservatory Hall of Fame! It's true what they say—brilliance attracts brilliance." She paused, scrolling through her phone. "But wait... it's not Natalie or Lillian's concert. It's another friend's..."

Her fingers tapped the link to Genevieve's official invitation, and her breath hitched.

"It's... Amy Sinclair's concert?" Her voice faltered. "Wait—Amy? As in our Amy?"

At the mention of Amy's name, Margaret's expression darkened instantly.

"What is that wretched girl scheming now?"

Margaret had never held Amy in high regard. Ever since the girl had dared to defy her openly, her disdain had only deepened.

Charlotte blinked rapidly, as if the words on her screen were a trick of the light. "It says here the concert is hosted by Amy Sinclair. Is this... real?"

A cold, mocking laugh escaped Margaret. "It's obviously someone else with the same name. That girl—barely educated, utterly uncultured—how could she possibly associate with someone like Genevieve Harrington?"

Charlotte hesitated. "That makes sense, but..." She frowned at her phone. "This Amy is supposedly performing a violin concerto. Isn’t that... too much of a coincidence?"

Margaret's voice dripped with disdain. "Plenty of people play the violin. Amy is hardly remarkable. Remember when she 'won' that kindergarten competition? She just mimed to a recording. With her level of skill, hosting a concert is laughable. And inviting Genevieve Harrington? Don’t be absurd."

Charlotte fell silent.

It did sound impossible.

Amy hosting a concert? Fine—she had Sebastian Kingsley’s backing, and Benjamin Carter, a violinist himself, would likely assist. But Genevieve and her elite circle attending? That was beyond belief.

It had to be a different Amy.

Blackwood Enterprises.

When Nathan Prescott relayed that not only Genevieve but also the other two had declined Victoria Langley’s invitation to her concert, Alexander Blackwood’s expression turned incredulous.

"Are they out of their minds? Do they truly dare to slight you, Victoria?"

Victoria’s jaw tightened. She glanced at Alexander, who stood by the window, his posture rigid. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Alexander... are they all attending Amy’s concert instead?"

Before Alexander could respond, Nathan scoffed. "Impossible! Amy? That nobody? How could she possibly orchestrate something like this?"

Victoria ignored Nathan, her gaze locked on Alexander.

"I heard Natalie and Lillian are Genevieve’s closest confidantes. If Genevieve insists they attend, they wouldn’t dare refuse."