Chapter 344 - PERFECT DREAM (2/2)

Fujita Omi was a decisive woman, and she had some momentum, even though she was an old lady.

Makiko's face changed colours dramatically. She did not know if the lady was telling the truth about her identity and the violin. However, Cherry Blossom could not be lying for Akira. Plus, if they lied, they knew that the ruse would be discovered within a short time.

It could only mean that she had lost a sure-fire bet against her niece raised in the wild. Unable to bear the blow, she matched out of the house in anger. Matsumoto followed.

With that, the strange drama of the expensive violin came to an end.

The three family members who were unable to help their little Akira in the crisis welcomed Fujita Omi with enthusiasm like she was a deity. If it were not for her, their baby would have lost her precious piano.

Kazuo was embarrassed by his mistaken stance against Akira once again. In addition, his mother, father and brother were all too angry to even look directly at him. So, he and Chiharu left the mansion shortly after.

Akira did not contribute a lot to the conversation, but she enjoyed the warm ambience with a smile.

This happy and carefree atmosphere was the exact thing she had been searching for when she came to Mountain Ridge.

”Perhaps the quiet Ms Yamazaki can play something for us before we leave.” Cherry Blossom suggested as evening drew nearer.

Sayaka and Fujita Omi clapped their hands childishly in encouragement. Even Seiji smiled.

”What do you think Akira?” Daiki asked with a smile.

After a lot of cajoling, Akira stood up and picked up the violin. Her lips stretched into a smile as she thought of something. Then, she started playing the 'Swallow Tail Jig'. The piece was simple and short, but any musician worthy of the profession could play around with the tune and extend it as much as they wanted.

The living room was silent for a while at the unexpected sound before this group of important people cheered and started clapping in time with the tune. Akira smiled wider as she became more comfortable and started hopping playfully in a silly dance as she played.

The household staff heard the racket and came to see what was happening in the usually quiet and formal house. They found the young lady dancing and playing the violin, her bȧrė feet tapping lightly on the floor.

She was like a cute little fairy, frolicking in the woods without care.

Akira was in a good mood, so she kept playing the jig and dancing. She did a couple of dance tricks while playing the jig. The old lady felt like her heart was in her throat when she thought about the expensive Stradivarius.

However, she could not help enjoying the youthful spirit and exceptional playing displayed by the young lady. It was a shame she was not interested in a career in classical music.

For the Yamazaki father, mother and brother, this moment was too perfect to be put into words.

Their little Akira, who always seemed cold and detached, was dancing happily for them. They felt like they were watching the perfect little girl they had lost, innocent and untouched by the world, playing around on the lawn, calling out to them.

This brilliant image made it seem like Akira was covered in light and dancing in slow motion, laughing merrily along with the fiddle song.

Akira did not think about the details of her impromptu performance. She was just having the fun she never had. She was in the moment, and in that instance, she captured the elusive feeling of family that she had craved when she was a child.

As she increased the tempo of the silly jig and the audience clapped louder and faster, making the scene feel ethereal and unreal. It was like she was at the centre of a small but ideal world.

Little did she did not know that this perfect dream would soon come to an end.

And she would have to wake up.