Chapter 747

"A thousand people?" "Yes, a thousand." Liam's demand was clearly meant to be impossible. Maeve had noticed the piano in the square earlier. Sure, the place would be packed in the evening, but she knew that just playing the piano wouldn't be enough to draw in that many people. The square was already filled with performers—dancers, cellists, violinists, and even live-streamers. Who would stop to watch someone just playing the piano? Maeve mulled it over for a moment while Liam said nonchalantly, "You can still back out." "No, I can do it." With that, Maeve headed downstairs without another word. "Mr. Larson, isn't a thousand people… a bit much? How is she supposed to pull that off?" The thought of a crowd that size seemed impossible. Liam watched Maeve leave, intrigued. He was sure she'd come crawling back to him, admitting defeat, in less than half an hour. The square was alive with people—couples on dates, office workers just off the clock, dog walkers, and even a few groups