Love At The Wrong Table Chapter 1967-“What a rare opportunity! I’d love to witness Maestro Moretti’s performance myself,” Gwain said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Shall we go then, Mr. Gwain? I’ve always wanted to see Maestro Moretti in person, too. Who knows? Maybe seeing such a performance will spark my memory,” Roselynn added with genuine enthusiasm. She truly admired Isabella, not just because of the artist’s fame but also because of what she had heard from Santiago.

Being older than Shane, Roselynn knew more about the old man’s past. Years ago, she had overheard rumors that Santiago had some connection with Isabella, but the details were always vague. One thing she did know was that many of the songs Santiago hummed in Peach Blossom House were originally sung by Maestro Moretti. Today’s performance was a rare chance, and she wasn’t going to miss it. Plus, the crowded venue might offer her the perfect opportunity to escape from these three or contact her brother for help.

“Alright let’s go (wain agreed. He didn’t fully trust Roselynn, but he had complete confidence in his own abilities if she tried anything suspicious, he Gould easily knock her out and take her away. Plus, Gwain knew something about Isabella’s hidden identity, which made him even more eager to attend.

Meanwhile, Shane and Sonia had arrived at the Magnolia Theater, where the performance was being held. To Shane’s surprise, the crowd was far larger than he had imagined, with lines stretching endlessly in front of the ticket booths.

“Miss Toma, what should we do now?” Shane asked, feeling a bit disheartened. By this point, there was no way they’d be able to buy tickets in time–the performance was about to start.

Sonia gave him a smug smile. “Did you really think we’d be waiting in line? I booked our tickets online ages ago. We just need to pick them up at the VIP window.” “Really? You’re amazing, Miss Toma!” Shane was overjoyed. Having such a considerate future wife sounded like a dream come true. He couldn’t help but think back to how he and Frederick had bent over backward for Beatrix. When had Beatrix ever been this thoughtful?