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, Wendy, grabbed me, eyeing me

cherry tree on Celebration Street is in

perplexed. What did

my confusion, Wendy quickly let go and retreated into a more formal tone.

Wendy left, my

on Celebration Street is

sounded like a

speaking in code to Phoebe or

the nanny a double

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

She knew

it, Wendy spoke again. "Miss, the weather's warming up. Maybe you

"Phoebe is allergic to fields of tulips. It could cause her serious

forgotten..."

out with a napkin, intending to

pulled away, still

was silent, continuing to ladle soup into

the table, Melody's eyes nearly bulged

like an egg, so could you

carefully peeled it, placing it on my

and smirked. "Dexter, I

stirring

Making a scene.

Well, I was going to make it

his wit's end. "Melody,

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