Elizabeth muttered under her breath, then glanced at the other pianos with a glint in her eye. “Honey, maybe you could ask Charlotte to help tune Olivia’s piano?”
Steven looked over at Charlotte. His lips pressed together. He didn’t budge. With her attitude, asking for her help felt impossible.
Elizabeth noticed his hesitation and switched tactics. “Come on, you know how much this competition means to Olivia. If she doesn't win, we’ll owe ten million…”
The number made Steven swallow his pride. He walked over to Charlotte.
Charlotte had already finished tuning all the pianos and was leaning against the wall, lazily wiping her fingers.
“Charlotte, could you…”
“No.” Charlotte cut him off before he could finish. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I wouldn’t dare touch Olivia’s piano. If she loses, she’ll blame me. How would I ever explain myself?”
Steven’s expression soured. Elizabeth snapped, “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying Olivia’s going to fail?”
Their little scene drew some stares. Just a minute ago, they’d acted like Charlotte didn’t belong, and now they were begging her for help. When she refused, they turned nasty. People around them were whispering, some of them shaking their heads.
“Is he really her dad?” someone whispered. “Look at her. She’s so pretty, and she doesn’t look anything like Steven.”
“True,” another agreed.



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