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.

to follow, the nanny,

cherry tree on Celebration Street is

at Wendy, perplexed.

and retreated into a more formal tone. "Miss, it's time for

left, my

cherry tree on Celebration Street

sounded like a

in code to Phoebe or

nanny a

your favorite," Wendy said during dinner, placing the

frowned slightly. She knew I didn't eat

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

in with a stern voice. "Phoebe is allergic to fields of tulips. It

forgotten..." Wendy nodded

and reached out with a napkin, intending to wipe my

away, still resistant to

silent, continuing to ladle

the table, Melody's eyes nearly bulged with

"I'd like an egg,

peeled it,

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

was stirring the

Making a scene.

Well, I was going to make it as difficult as possible before she

end. "Melody,

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