The Masterpiece

Eira walked in her new car imported from Italy, it was a matte black Lamborghini custom made for her, it was recently bought by her. She admired the car which was one and only hers, it had her everything which she desired in her car.

Martin widened his eyes and mouth as he looked at his dream car,

"Yo...u, are you the owner of this car?" he stammered.

"Hmm" she agreed.

"I ha...ve you I ...heard about this car, it was specially custom made for a lady, I didn't know that it was you" he sighed.

He whistled as he sat in the passenger seat, Eira sat in the driver seat, Martin had argued to drive the car, as he was a gentleman, but did Eira need a gentleman to drive her precious baby.

The ride to the venue was very far away from the castle of the old lady, it took them an hour to reach the extravagant hotel.

They walked in the venue of the party, the venue was lit with candles and chandeliers. The blank walls were covered with floral displays, balloon features, curtains and other unique elements. Backdrops quickly transforms a plain space into an Instagram-worthy photo opportunity.

The well decorated stage was also eye-catching with a white screen on the back which played the video of the latest product of the Wilsons.

The table was set up to match the rainbow set theme of the party. The soothing music of the Wilsons played in the background by the famous pianist.

Whenever there was a product launch or any other party, this pianist would be present to play the traditional music of the Wilsons. At every wedding this music was always played. It was the music which Eira's grandfather especially wrote for her grandmother on their wedding day.

The slow and calming music of the classical piece of the piano calmed her nervous heart, as she walked inside the venue.

The people around her gasped as she walked past them.

Men ogled her body, and women threw envious glances at her, which she was unbothered by.

Anna gritted her teeth as all attention was on her cousin sister, who was walking near the pianist. Her elegant dress was swathed in crystals and silver beads, the dress's halter neck shows her smooth neck, tulle shawl with feathers softly drapes her pale shoulders. The elongating beads fall linearly from the bodice to the soft A-line skirt that softly sways as she walks towards the huge white piano. The dress hugs her every curve, which are feast to men's eyes.

Martin was too attracted to a lot of gazes, as he was draped in the latest black and silver suit, his custom made diamond Rolex was draped on his hand, from head to toe he was adored in branded and custom made things. He played with his mobile as he walked next to his cousin.

Sara was equally angry but looked calm as the attention on them was easily grabbed by the newcomers.

The pianist looked at the person nearing the piano, his emotionless black orbs slightly turned teary as he watched the princess walking towards him. He quickly shot up from his seat and bowed.

The people started to mutter as they looked at the arrogant old pianist, who bowed to the newcomer.

Eira nodded as he looked at the old Pianist.

"Uncle Smith" she greeted and sat on the empty seat in front of the huge white piano.

She closed her eyes and placed her fingers on the keys of the piano. She sat on the edge of the bench, her back straight, her arms relaxed.

Albert stared at the figure sitting on the bench,

As the notes hit his ears, he was transfixed on the beauty of the fingers dancing on the ivory keys. The blonde wispy hair from the beautiful face moving with an unnatural wind.

With each slight nod of her head her spirit became almost an aura. These keys, to her, were a touch to a lover. Almost asleep, possessed, all waited on the climax.

As the climax hit, their head was blank, only the music was present, the romantic music made many lovers cry and also the people who never were in love were determined to look for love.

Eira was lost in the music as she gently hit the last key.

This song reminded her about her grandfather who had taught her this masterpiece.

The memories drifted away as she opened her eyes and looked at the teary-eyed old pianist.

"Princess, you are back" the old pianist wiped his tears with the back of his trembling hands.

Some of those who were near the piano were astonished as they heard the title the old pianist gave to the lady. They had thought that she was a pianist who came to perform at the party.

Many people started to speculate the identity of the piano lady.

The old pianist was very close to the Wilsons, he could not just refer to anyone as the Princess.

Anna fisted her hands on her hips as she heard the whispers, she was the one and only princess of the Wilsons.

Sara was equally angry as she too heard the whispers about the lost princess of the Wilsons.

Everyone present here knew about the lost Prince and the Princess of the Wilsons as they had disappeared after the tragic accident of King Wilson and the Crown Prince and his wife.

Albert stood with Ricky, his eyes focused on the star of the party, Eira Wilson, who was at the moment talking with the old pianist.

"Who is the man with her?" he asked.

"Martin Wilson, the second Prince of the Wilsons" Ricky replied as he too focused his attention on his cousins.

"Second Prince? I never heard about him" Albert said as he tried to recall.

"Yes, he lived in the Wilson kingdom, he is the son of my second uncle"

"Your second uncle? How many uncles do you have?" Albert asked as he was very confused with the family.

"My grandfather had 3 sons, the first son is Eira's father and then second is Martin's father and third and youngest is my father" Ricky explained.

Albert nodded in understanding, the Wilson's family was unfathomable.

His family was equally perplexed.

The fights in the family was an ongoing saga which will never end, some people in the family kill to get what they want, which had happened in the Wilson's family, and in his family, many were killed too.

He sighed.

.....

A rumor started to circulate in the venue.