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.

her brother, who

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

into the phone, a small smile tugging at my lips. "No

chuckled. "I figured

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

again stand tall under the

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

them

fall gently as I stood in front

Matira and Orlando, and I

now live together in the Thorne

and sometimes Matira goes to keep him company and

they're trying to make up for

get together and have a relaxing

makes me feel

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her adoptive parents, or a Lama who was dispensable in

impatiently, her curls bouncing with each spin, her

that matched her lively spirit-an emerald green velvet gown

her waist, and the fabric shimmered

waves, held back by a small silver clip in

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