"Cecilia Nathan, the TA...?" Claire Hale's jaw dropped. "Why are you giving her gifts?"
"Ohhh, I get it!" Tia Bennett leaned close to Serena Hughes with a sly smile. "You want to trade for her sheet music, don't you?"
Serena Hughes smiled but said nothing.
She didn't have to say a word; her friends had already seen right through her.
'She had to get her hands on the sheet music for that piece.'
'She had a feeling it would be her ticket into the Hawthorne family.'
...
At that moment, Cecilia Nathan was in the apartment she had bought for herself. She was looking over her lesson plans, occasionally plucking a string on her violin to adjust its tuning.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
Cecilia Nathan picked up her phone to check the video feed, which showed Serena Hughes's small, delicate face.
Cecilia put her phone down, pretending she hadn't seen anything.
