Throobed her quietly before responding, “How can you be so sure she won’t forgive you? You haven’t even tried
“Retreating before your battle is like a turtle hiding in its shell, never sering the world outside.”
Siema blinked, her eves wet and filled with helplessness. “But… Ms. Linden is really angry…”
Do you still want to leam plano?” The asked.
Sema nodded timily.
Then, since you’ve found the curage to start over, why not gather a little more to face your teacher and confront the person you once were?
trembled it something clicked in her mind. She looked at him, gratitude shining in her eyes. “Thank you, Uncle Theo. I understand now. I want
Whether Ms. Linden forgives me or continues to teach me, I will keep learning piano because it’s what I love, I want to rediscover who I used to be.” Theo didn’t speak, but he watched her eyes light up, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the comers of his lips.
“Unde Theo, there’s something else I’d like to ask for your help with,” Sierra said cautiously.
The sew through her intentions and said, “Aunt Jemima will be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days. Once she’s out,
on’t speak on your behalf. It’s up to you now.”
He wanted to see if she was truly ready to move on from the past.
Serta nodded eagerly. “Don’t worry, Uncle Theo. I won’t cause you any trouble.”
To start
I’ll take you to visit her, but I
Then I’ll visit Grandpa day with some of his favorite food to thank him for letting you take care of me.”
Theo was dumbfounded. “He has bad teeth. There’s no need to buy him anything.”
Sierra furrowed her brows. She remembered that Edward had pretty good teeth, but she didn’t dwell on it.
Then, whenever you’re
‘re free, I’d like to invite you to dinner to thank you for everything you’ve done for me these days,”
“I’m free right now,” The replied immediately, his voice elegant and smooth.
Sierra’s heart hear tightened, and she felt inexplicably flustered.
Noticing her silence, Theo narrowed his eyes slightly. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to? Did you not mean what you said earlier?–
“No, I do.” Sierra waved her hands quicly, her eyes wide as she tried to explain.
She paused, realizing her words might be misinterpreted. Her earlobes turned pink, and she added, “I truly do want to invite you to dinner, Uncle Theo.”
The voice was soft, but the sincerity in it was unmistakable. Her long lashes fluttered gently, her tear–filled eyes sparkling. Her jet–black hair flowed like silk, and her pale skin glowed under the streetlights.
Her delicate features were captivating, but her slightly swollen, red eyes gave her an air of fragility, making h er all the more endearing,
Theo’s gere grew darker, and he swallowed hard, resisting the urge to pull her into his ams. He stood up without a word.
