CRUEL MILLIONAIRE FORCED A WAITRESS TO PLAY THE VIOLIN, BUT HER TALENT SURPRISED EVERYONE...

CRUEL MILLIONAIRE FORCED A WAITRESS TO PLAY THE VIOLIN, BUT HER TALENT SURPRISED EVERYONE...

The hum of the city streets outside was a constant reminder of the world moving forward without pause, but in the small, dimly lit room where Abigail sat, the world slowed down. She rested her violin on her shoulder, the bow poised above the strings, and let out a slow, steady breath. Her fingers danced over the worn wood, finding the notes she’d played a thousand times, yet each time felt like the first. Her eyes closed as the melody filled the room, soft, melancholic, and filled with memories of her grandfather, who had given her this very violin.

The instrument was old, its surface faded and scratched, but it was her most prized possession. Her grandfather had been a musician in a small town orchestra, and before he passed, he gave her the violin, telling her, “This violin is more than just wood and strings, Abigail. It’s a bridge to your dreams. Keep playing, and one day, it’ll take you there.” His words stayed with her every time she played.

But life wasn’t easy for a girl like Abigail. Born to a humble family, her mother worked long hours as a seamstress, and her father was a carpenter, barely making enough to keep them afloat. Savannah was a city of contrasts—its historic beauty and charm often overshadowed by the harsh realities faced by those who lived on the edge of poverty. Abigail’s parents worked tirelessly, but they couldn’t afford to send her to a prestigious music school or buy her a new violin. All she had was the gift her grandfather left behind and the hope that one day, someone would recognize her talent.