"Oh, right! It wasn’t until I saw David’s concert tonight that I realized Rosemary is actually Summer—the world-renowned superstar."
"That little minx, how could she possibly have so many identities?" Martha clearly didn’t believe it,"
"Each one is more impressive than the last. How old is she even? Serena, don’t you find this all a bit suspicious?"
Even though Serena also found it hard to believe, she recounted honestly, "I watched the live stream of the concert tonight, and those eyes were definitely hers. And when she was warming up the crowd, her voice sounded just like it always does."
As Serena spoke, she remembered scrolling through social media earlier, searching for clues about whether ’The Coat Couple’ were Romeo and Rosemary. There was a buzz online, people asking who the masked pair were, commenting on their refined air, and how even behind masks, their attractiveness shone through.
Some said they were a match made in heaven.
"That little minx claims to be a piano prodigy, a world-famous healer, an artist with a magic brush, and a chess champion, and now you’re telling me she’s an international pop queen. She’s becoming god-like at this point. Maybe the masked singing is just her gimmick, her unique selling point. Perhaps she can’t
even sing and just lip-syncs to a pre-recorded track," Martha speculated.
Serena suddenly remembered the concert from earlier in the evening. When Rosemary was singing, there was indeed no interaction with the fans.
She would finish a whole song before speaking to the audience.
During that time, it was entirely possible she could have been faking it, just mouthing the words.
After all, plenty of big-name artists have done that before. It was not unusual in the industry.
"You were coddled by your parents since you were young, showered with the best instructors in every field. You’ve trained your whole life and never reached the pinnacle of any industry. How could she, a
child neglected by the Harriss, become a prodigy just by studying with a few old men?" Martha was clearly skeptical, "Maybe those old men paid to fabricate her fame, just so she could secure her
standing when she returned to the Collins family!"
Serena started to see the logic.
Yeah, Rosemary might really know how to play chess, and play better than most, but she couldn’t possibly be at ’Queena’s’ level!
And her art, maybe those live paintings were practiced and copied countless times in private. The uninitiated might think she was just spontaneously creating them.
And her piano compositions, who could prove she had written them all by herself?
Not to mention the medicines she developed for her grandparents, how could anyone know if there wasn’t some old mastermind behind it all? She might just be copying.
With these thoughts, Serena felt a sigh of relief and a bit more at ease.
She used to feel completely overshadowed by Rosemary, almost suffocated by the comparison.
But now, it seemed, not so much.
"It’s just that little minx doesn’t seem like the type to gossip behind people’s backs. What on earth could have prompted the old man and the lady to suddenly order a beating for me and Debby and Daisy."
Martha was puzzled over this incident.
"It must be because of Edith!" Serena had an epiphany, "I heard from the servants that Mom and Dad were in decent spirits until Edith served them dinner. After that, they were so upset they couldn’t even
eat, and then you, Debby and Daisy got a thrashing. It has to be because of her!"
Serena thought, "If not for her, Mom and Dad would never have found out. Rosemary isn’t the sort to waste time on idle chatter. It had to be Edith!"
"That old snake, daring to play dirty behind my back. She really thinks I can’t touch her now that I’m out of the Collins family, right?" A flash of hatred sparkled in Martha’s eyes, quickly replaced by a


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