Chapter 218

His voice came through, laced with amusement.

"Well, it seems everyone else has heard it already. You might want to check your account."

Confused, I quickly pulled up my social media profile, my fingers trembling slightly as I navigated through the notifications.

And there it was the video I had recorded in a moment of inspiration and left in my draft box had somehow gone live.

Over a hundred million views. Comments in languages I couldn't even recognize.

ple were raving about my return, dissecting every note, every visual.

I closed my eyes, a soft groan escaping my lips. "Rolin... this was a mistake. I didn't mean to-"

"I know," he interrupted with a chuckle. "I figured as much. But the world doesn't know that. They think you're back. And from the looks of it, they're thrilled."

I took a deep breath, trying to process it all.

Rolin continued, his tone turning more serious.

"There's also something else. I've signed you up for the peace exchange conference between humans and the other races. It's in a few days, and the organizers are beyond excited to have you perform. What do you want me to do? Cancel?" I sat there, phone pressed against my ear, my mind spinning.

Could I really do this? Could I make a full comeback, after all this time?

"Mummy?" Shirlika's small voice broke through my thoughts, her fingers tugging at my

sleeve.

who

I thought about the world waiting outside-fans who had believed in me, who had waited,

the phone, a small smile tugging at my

figured you'd

ready," I said, my voice growing stronger. "Ready to step back into

to once again stand tall

to amaze the world, not just with my music-but with the life I've built,

for them

air was crisp, the first flakes of snow beginning to fall gently as I stood in

Matira and Orlando, and I

live together

global shows and sometimes Matira goes to keep him company and surprise

up for all those years apart. During the holidays,

have a relaxing

me feel very

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Amazed the World, the

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an orphan girl who was scolded by her adoptive parents, or a Lama who was dispensable in Silvermoon; now

each spin,

her lively spirit-an emerald green velvet gown

ribbon tied at her waist, and the

curly, cascaded down her back in loose waves, held back by a small

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