"As long as you don't say anything, no one will know."
"You sure have a lot of confidence in Serena Hughes." Cecilia Nathan shot him a sideways glance. "But you might be wrong about her. She'll do anything to get that music sheet from me."
Although Cecilia didn't know why she was so obsessed with the composition, she could see just how badly Serena wanted it.
But it was a pity. She had composed that piece during the most wonderful time of her life, and she wouldn't give it to anyone—especially not to someone like Serena Hughes.
"What's the name of your composition?" Damian Hawthorne suddenly asked.
Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "You're interested in this kind of thing?"
"I wasn't originally, but I once had a friend who loved composing, which gradually piqued my interest." At this, Damian Hawthorne paused, as if reminiscing about something.
Cecilia's hand trembled slightly. "It's a new piece. It doesn't have a name yet."
