Chapter 30
“Wow, Elizabeth, your skills have really gone rusty!” Emma teased, after listening to my mispronounced plano playing all over the place,
“How on earth did you win first place back in college?”
I let out a frustrated groan and buried my head in my hands, the weight of my own expectations crashing down on me.
I used to been the top student in our music department, but now, even the basics seemed beyond my grasp.
Emma laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as she shook her head at my misery,
“You used to be a force of nature, Elizabeth. But now… well, let’s just say you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
She wasn’t wrong, not one bit.
Emma often looked at me–my face shadowed with dark circles and hair in disarray–and shook her head with a knowing grin.
“Now this is the Elizabeth I remember,” she’d say, her tone a mix of laughter and pride.
For the first time in ages, I felt truly alive. My days were filled with purpose, my mind buzzing with ideas. The stress of the past faded away as I immersed in my designs, my passion reignited.


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