By the time the song ended, Hope raised an eyebrow, glancing at the blonde woman in the red dress.
"Good? Had enough?"
The woman was stunned. She didn't understand why Hope's attitude had suddenly flipped on her.
She spoke French—wasn't she supposed to be a fan of all things French?
If she liked France so much, how dare Hope speak to her like this?
But if the woman was going to challenge her, Hope wasn't going to back down!
So, she picked another song.
Hope played every note perfectly.
After a few songs, the woman was too shocked to remember the names of any other piano pieces.
Hope smiled casually. "Not everyone in here plays the piano, and not everyone speaks French. But that doesn't mean no one can."
"Just like you're rude and barbaric, we don't assume all French people are ‘A
