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."

with money, was now showing so much concern for her other daughter. Yvette felt like her throat

my music

relayed Yvette's words to

embarrassed. "What do you want, then? No matter

bit like a devoted mother who loved her daughter

would go for Zoey, so she continued, "Aren't

somewhat flattered. She hadn't expected Cameron to recognize

it without

"At the age of 25, 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

would want this

Yara had never stepped foot on stage or danced even once

and naive, she'd once wished on her

you are, asking me to dance? My body is out

she'd decided not to dance,

heard those words. Eventually, she rejected Cynthia. "Can we discuss other terms? I've said that I

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