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."

was usually obsessed with money, was now showing so much concern for her other daughter.

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

immediately relayed Yvette's words to

a bit embarrassed. "What do you want, then? No matter what you ask for, I'll find a

moment, she looked every bit like a devoted mother who loved

Yara would go for Zoey, so

was somewhat flattered. She hadn't

it

25, you ended your dance career, which is truly a pity. If you really want this song, I want

long

understand why Yvette would want this

had never stepped foot on stage or danced

young and naive, she'd once wished on her birthday, saying,

are, asking me to dance? My body is out of shape. I said I'd never dance again in my

stubborn; once she'd decided not

she heard those words. Eventually, she rejected Cynthia. "Can we discuss other terms? I've said that I would never dance again." In the end, the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255