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."

much concern for her other daughter. Yvette felt like

Cynthia, "Tell her that my

immediately relayed Yvette's

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

bit like a

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

flattered. She hadn't

admitted it without

truly a pity. If you really want this song, I want you to dance in public. As long as you

long

didn't understand why Yvette would want this middle-aged woman

Yara had never stepped foot on stage or danced even once since she'd

had been young and naive, she'd once wished on her

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

decided not to dance, she

rejected Cynthia. "Can we discuss other terms? I've said that I would never dance again." In the end, the deal

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