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."

so much concern for her other daughter. Yvette felt like her throat was being pricked

"Tell her that my music isn't for sale

immediately relayed Yvette's words

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

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

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

hadn't expected Cameron

admitted it

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 as you dance, I'll grant you exclusive rights

long

understand why Yvette would want this middle-aged woman to dance. What was

that Yara had never stepped foot on stage or

once wished on her birthday, saying, "I

to dance? My body is out of shape. I said I'd never dance

been stubborn; once she'd decided not to dance, she never danced

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

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