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.

the nanny, Wendy,

dear, the cherry tree on Celebration Street is

stared at Wendy, perplexed. What

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

left, my legs felt

on Celebration Street is in

sounded like

speaking in code to Phoebe or

nanny

Wendy said

She knew I didn't eat

you and Mr. Fitzgerald could get some fresh air, admire the tulips. They're

voice. "Phoebe is allergic to fields of tulips. It

forgotten..." Wendy nodded and excused

more food and reached out

still

to ladle

eyes

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

peeled it, placing it on my

up and smirked. "Dexter, I can't eat with

was stirring

Making a scene.

wanted to replace me? Well, I was going to make it as difficult as possible before she got

letting me be. It was like he was at his wit's end. "Melody, I'm sorry, but from now

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