Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington didn’t respond.

She went to the police station and, sure enough, it was a breeze springing Yolanda out. By the time the two got back to the apartment, it was 2 a.m. As soon as they walked in, Yolanda wrapped Lizetta in a hug, her voice thick with emotion.

“Sorry, Liz, I couldn’t keep myself in check and landed you in trouble. Did you go to Badass Remington for help? Did he give you a hard time?”

She wasn’t clueless; seeing Remington’s car outside the station, she knew it was Lizetta who had gone to Remington for help.

“No, he didn’t make things difficult for me. Don’t worry about it, just go wash up and hit the hay.”

Lizetta ruffled Yolanda’s hair, and after another tight hug, Yolanda headed back to her room. But she didn’t buy it for a second. Knowing Remington’s true colors, there was no way he hadn’t given Lizetta a hard time, especially with her eyes still red.

If she had known Cassius could stoop so low, she would’ve kept her cool.

Yolanda gave herself a firm slap in the mirror as a warning- no more getting hammered. Some people were just untouchable, and the next time she saw that poser Cassius, she’d make sure to steer clear!

The next day, Lizetta was jolted awake by her phone ringing. She picked up groggily, and an unfamiliar male voice echoed on the other end.

“Maestro Adagio, right? Hello, this is Mr. Ernest. We’ve been in touch before.”

Lizetta snapped to attention, sitting up quickly.

“Yes, Mr. Ernest, I remember you. Is this about the advertising contract signing?”

“That’s right. We need to reevaluate this advertising contract, so we can’t sign it for now. Sorry about that.”

Lizetta frowned, “Is there any problem?”

She had selected a few companies to advertise on Twitter, and the deal with Francesco violins was set to be signed today. A sudden change like this usually spelled trouble.

“You haven’t heard? You might want to check out the online buzz first.”

“Just a sec.”

Lizetta hurriedly opened Twitter, and frozen for a moment. After she caught up with the whole story, she was almost amused by the absurdity.

“I’ll handle this right away. Can we possibly reconsider the signing?”

“Of course, if you can tidy up the mess online, Maestro Adagio, we’re still very much interested in working with you.”

After wrapping up the call, Lizetta hung up.

[To be honest, the piece is really nothing special. Maestro Adagio’s appearance is just fishing for compliments.]

[Paying 200 grand for the first performance of such a piece? Evelina must be crying her heart out by now]

[Violin solos should stick to the classics. This mishmash of a piece is a total ear sore.]

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itter feed was full of such mocking and derogatory comments. And Evelina was at the center of

It was the opening plece at Evelina’s solo concert, recorded and uploaded online in its entirety. Because Evelina had previously made headlines for paying 200 grand for the first performance of Maestro Adagio’s plece, the video sparked immediate attention upon release.

Netizens clicked out of curiosity and anticipation, only to find Evelina’s performance lackluster, earning ridicule paine. And this moming, Evelina had responded.

She posted Maestro Adagio’s piece online, claiming she played it exactly as written and thought it sounded quite nice.

By doing so, and with a little help from her online army, Evelina turned Maestro Adagio, the composer, into the scapegoat for her own lack of skill.

“Liz, did you see the trash talk online? I wasn’t exactly gentle yesterday; how can Evelina still rise to play dirty? Is she like a cockroach or something?”

Yolanda burst in, fuming. If only she knew, she would have hit harder yesterday, to knock Evelina out for a dozen of days.

“After getting punched yesterday, causing a stir is just her style,” Lizetta said with a light laugh.

Seeing Lizetta’s relaxed expression, Yolanda blinked in surprise, “Liz, do you have a plan for a comeback?”