Chapter 70
I was surrounded by the crowd. Journalists, who hadn’t paid much attention to me before, were now eager to talk to me, their cameras flashing nonstop. Fans who had watched my performance were asking for autographs and photos, their faces lit up with excitement.
“Sister, you were amazing!” a young girl shouted, her eyes shining with admiration.
“You were so beautiful when you played!” another said, holding out a program for me to sign.
“Can I be as good as you someday?” a boy asked, his voice full of hope.
“And how are you so pretty?” a woman laughed, holding her phone up for a selfie.
I smiled warmly, taking the pen someone handed me, and began signing autographs. My wrist
started to ache from all the signing, but I didn’t mind. These people truly cared about my music, and
I wanted to show them I cared too. I answered their questions and posed for photos, enjoying every
moment.
As I smiled for yet another picture, I noticed a photographer getting too close. His camera was right
in my face, the flash nearly blinding me. I turned away, trying to shield my eyes.
Just then, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into a firm embrace. I looked
up to
see Lorik, his expression serious and protective. “My Luna is turning into a big star now,” he joked, though I could hear a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Before I could respond, Lorik signaled to his bodyguards, who quickly made a path through the
crowd. He held me close as we made our way to the car, his presence making me feel safe.
Once we reached the car, Lorik leaned in and kissed me softly. “Can we go back to the pack now?”
asked, his voice full of hope.
I smiled, gently pushing him back. “I wish we could, but I’m going to be busy for the next few days,” I said, feeling a bit sad.
Lorik sighed but nodded. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, his eyes full of warmth and love.
The next day, after I got home, I received a call from a TV station. They wanted me to appear on a talk show to discuss how I felt about winning the Serevia International Piano Competition. It was a great opportunity, and I couldn’t say no. The competition had made me a public figure, and I needed to take advantage of that.
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the days went on, the media buzz only grew, Flews outlets exposed the scandals involving Lorcia,
had tried to ruin my victory. Her reputation was destroyed, and people started to see her for Who she really was. Meanwhile, I was getting more and more attention. I was invited to record music programs, appear on entertainment shows, and even feature in fashion magazines.
My once quiet life was now anything but. I was in demand everywhere. Andrew and Lorcia, who used to look down on me, had to watch as I became successful. It felt good to show them that I was more than they ever thought I could be.
One morning, after wrapping up a whirlwind of activities, I felt the weight of exhaustion pulling me down. As I sank into a chair to catch my breath, my assistant approached, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Cutching a proposal in her hand, she could hardly contain her enthusiasm. “You won’t believe this,” she said, practically bouncing on her toes, “a high–end luxury brand wants you as their spokesperson!” Her words cut through my fatigue, and I could feel a jolt of energy surge through me.
Curious, I took the proposal from her and began to skim through it. But when my eyes landed on the name of the brand, I froze. It was Rica International, one of the most prestigious and coveted names in the luxury world.
This wasn’t just any offer–this was a game–changer, the kind of opportunity that celebrities fought tooth and nail for. But they actually approached me for the offer. And it wasn’t lost on me that this particular brand was managed by Lorik, adding another layer of significance to the offer.
I looked up at my assistant, my voice laced with disbelief. “Are you sure?” I asked, my heart
pounding with a mix of excitement and astonishment. This was the kind of moment that could redefine everything.
She nodded. “They reached out to us. They want you.”
I hesitated, then pulled out my phone. I needed to talk to Lorik. After a few rings, he answered.
“Hello, Lorik?”
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