Chapter 303

"Pretty good," Dexter nodded, trying to take my hand.

I sidestepped Dexter's advance, standing there with an indifferent air.

Dexter looked down, then turned to descend the stairs.

"Dexter," I called after him, a question forming on my lips. "Why do you think I'm Phoebe?"

He paused mid-step, turned to look at me. "Because you are..."

"And what if tomorrow someone else claims she's Phoebe? How would you choose then?" I scoffed.

Dexter hesitated. "That won't happen. I'd recognize you."

Would he really?

Colin would recognize me in a heartbeat.

But Dexter? I wasn't so sure.

If Melody and Damian's scheme actually worked, would Colin and Dexter still recognize me?

Would they trust me?

Dexter opened his mouth to say something but then just bowed his head and continued downstairs.

about to follow, the nanny,

the cherry tree on Celebration

at Wendy, perplexed. What

and retreated into a

Wendy left, my legs felt

tree on Celebration Street is

sounded like

speaking in code

the nanny a

your favorite," Wendy said during dinner, placing the steamed fish

She knew I didn't eat sea

I didn't touch it, Wendy spoke again. "Miss, the weather's warming up. Maybe you and Mr. Fitzgerald could

is allergic to fields of tulips. It could

have forgotten..." Wendy

served me more food and reached out

instinctively pulled away, still resistant to

silent, continuing to ladle soup into

Melody's eyes

like an egg,

peeled it, placing

propped my head up and smirked. "Dexter, I can't

stirring the

Making a scene.

I was going to make it as difficult as possible before she got

was making trouble but letting me be. It was like he was at his wit's end. "Melody, I'm sorry, but from now on, you'll eat in your room. I'll have the nanny

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