Selina anticipated a spectacle, contemplating the revelation of Rosalynn's charade should she fabricate an excuse to avoid performing.

Yet, before Selina could proceed with her thoughts, Rosalynn approached a piano and took a seat.

“What dance shall you perform?"

Caught off guard, Selina inadvertently uttered the title, "Cygnets Dance."

Selina thought that Rosalynn was just maintaining the act!

She was eager to see the duration of Rosalynn's pretense.

Rosalynn positioned herself upright, her delicate fingers finding their place among the ivory keys. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, she commenced playing.

Her fingers glided over the keys with ease, weaving a harmonious and soothing tune that filled the room.

Connoisseurs of music among the guests marveled at her adeptness.

A swift outbreak of praise ensued, soon accompanied by a round of applause.

Brian originally harbored apprehensions regarding Rosalynn's abilities.

Nevertheless, as the enchanting sounds reached his ears, his tension eased.

He marveled at this fresh perspective of his wife.

He anticipated the myriad of surprises she might reveal next.

He envisioned a future filled with excitement.

Selina watched Rosalynn, her complexion paling.

How did Rosalynn acquire such piano mastery?

And to play with such finesse!

Far from embarrassing Rosalynn, she had facilitated a stage for her prowess.

She had mistakenly sabotaged herself.