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, Wendy, grabbed me, eyeing me

dear, the cherry tree on Celebration

stared at Wendy, perplexed. What

into a more

my

cherry tree on Celebration Street is

like a

in code

the nanny a double

Wendy said during dinner, placing the

frowned slightly. She knew I didn't

you and Mr. Fitzgerald could get some

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

have forgotten..." Wendy nodded

out with a napkin, intending to

instinctively pulled away, still

to ladle soup into my

eyes nearly bulged with

Dexter, "I'd like an egg, so could

took an egg and carefully peeled it,

up and smirked. "Dexter, I

was stirring the

Making a scene.

I was going to make it as difficult as possible

like he was at his wit's end. "Melody, I'm

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