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.

brother, who stood quietly watching me with those sharp

outside-fans who had believed in me, who

small smile tugging at my lips. "No need

"I figured you'd

growing stronger. "Ready to step back into the

stand

my music-but with the life I've

them to

I stood in front of the mirror, carefully dressing Shirlika and my son, whose

was a special night, a dinner with Matira and Orlando, and I wanted the

live together in the Thorne Valley

sometimes Matira goes

make up for all those years apart. During the holidays,

have a relaxing

me

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an orphan girl who was scolded by her adoptive parents, or a Lama who

each spin, her bright, curious eyes fixed on her

had chosen a dress for her that matched her lively spirit-an emerald

was knee-length, with a ribbon tied at her waist, and the fabric

hair, thick and curly, cascaded down her back in loose waves, held back by a small silver clip

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