Of course. Why hadn't she thought of that?

All Stella could do was play "Moonlight," over and over again.

She probably just picked that one piece, practiced it obsessively, and learned to imitate it by rote.

That made sense. How could Stella, a woman who'd spent five years as a

housewife, possess some extraordinary gift for music?

And as for Lauretta and the others, boasting that Stella was a member of the Neo- Vespera University Hall of Fame...

Rachel gave a dismissive little laugh.

Most likely, it was all because of Mr. Burton. Who would dare refuse him anything?

The moment Mr. Burton spoke, no one would say otherwise.

She'd really believed Stella had some real talent. Now, it was clear she was nothing special after all.

Rachel comforted herself with these thoughts, stubbornly refusing to admit that Stella might actually surpass her.

her pride, and

at Joshua, only to find him lost in thought, his expression unreadable. Who knew how much

the garden that night, not on her. He was never easy

“I could always try to compose something of my own and imitate it instead. Or

steady. "Are you thinking the person playing violin in the

someone like Joshua, it was better to lay things out in

almost mocking smile. "I do

didn't have the

find her.

person in the garden at the

who confirmed she'd been there, practicing "Moonlight"

he confronted her, she

could there still

really be such

If you don't believe me,

ver

lowered her head and moved to brush past

soft, easy smile.

a smile. "No, I just... I worry. What if you're

a cold, dangerous glint. "The only 'what if' is that

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