Snow was falling heavily.

Yvette watched from a distance as Yara and Cynthia chatted. For some reason, her eyes began to well up with tears.

Ray stood beside her, holding an umbrella. Though he didn't know what was wrong with her, he could sense that she seemed sad.

Cynthia was about to explain that she was just an assistant when Yvette's voice came through her earpiece. "Cynthia, pretend to be me and talk to her."

Cynthia nodded and said to Yara, "Alright."

"Can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Okay."

The two of them went to a nearby upscale restaurant.

Yvette and Ray sat in the booth next to theirs, quietly listening to their conversation.

"Ms. Cameron, both Zoey and I love your music. Please name your price. I'll accept any amount as long as we can get exclusive rights for the song."

showing so much concern for her

instructed Cynthia, "Tell her that my music isn't for sale

Yvette's words

then? No matter what you ask for, I'll find a way to make

looked every bit like a devoted mother who

go for Zoey, so she continued, "Aren't you Yara Cadwell,

was somewhat flattered. She hadn't

it without

you ended your dance career, which is truly a pity. If you really want this song, I want you to dance in public. As long as you dance, I'll grant you exclusive rights

long

this middle-aged

that Yara had never stepped foot on stage or danced

naive, she'd once wished on

had retorted, "Who do you think you are, asking me to dance? My body is out of shape. I said I'd never dance

not

we discuss other terms? I've said that I would never

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