A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 118 Turning Heads Janice's expression darkened, and she snapped, "You're right. Sierra doesn't deserve to compete with us, and she doesn't deserve to be my mom's student."

Felicia, seeing that her plan was working, pushed further. "Exactly. Whether she really broke up with Benson or not, we should make sure everyone knows about that relationship. The more people see how fake she is, the fewer will fall for her act."

Looking grim, Janice pressed her lips together tightly.

Time passed as Sierra practiced in the piano room. The steady rhythm of falling piano keys marked the hours, and before she knew it, the morning had slipped away.

"Cayden, thank you for all your advice this morning. Let me treat you to lunch."

Sierra was appreciative. She had genuinely learned a lot today, and Cayden had not only helped her musically but also stepped in when Janice confronted her. At the very least, she owed him a meal.

Cayden felt a warmth bloom in his chest as he nodded, smiling. "Sure. But let me treat you instead-consider it a welcome-back lunch."

"No way," Sierra responded playfully. "This doesn't count as me officially being back yet. You can treat me once I earn my place as Ms. Anderson's student again."

Her voice was bright and clear, carrying an unmistakable determination.

He chuckled, his eyes soft with admiration. "Alright. Then, I'll look forward to celebrating your victory at the Marisol Cup."

Together, they headed toward the campus cafeteria.

Theo had arrived on campus and gone straight to Jemima's office.

"Aunt Jemima."

surprised. She set her glasses down and smiled. "Theo? Didn't we just talk this

time at lunch. Thought I'd drop by to see how you're

raised an eyebrow,

sent me a whole batch last time—I haven't even finished them yet," she said as she poured him a

"Not yet."

cafeteria," she suggested with a knowing smile. "I just got off

placed it back on the table. A

had lunch,"

with a grin. "Go

going to pursue

If you're too reserved, she might just

said nothing, but after a pause, he gave a small nod, stood up,

watched him go, shaking her head with a

who is that? He's

way—when did our school start having guys

Way hotter than any celebrity

were framed by slightly tousled dark hair, resting just above his striking, sharp brows His deep set, obsidian eyes carried an unreadable intensity, and the natural red hue at

in a perfectly tailored suit, he exuded a distant, almost untouchable aura—too refined, too polished, making it hard for anyone to just casually walk