She took my parents and brother, then tried to take my man — but he destroyed everything she had.

The cousin who moved into my home halfway through my life stole the affection of my parents and my older brother. The childhood sweetheart who once swore he'd always stay by my side ended up falling for her too. Grace haughtily told me “I’m going to take everything from you.” I laughed so hard—who cares about the brainless creatures who can be fooled by a pretentious coquette like her Chapter 1 I had every reason to hate Grace. Between the two of us we had a total of 800 tricks up our sleeves—she took 801 and I ended up owing

one. Grace came to live with us when she was fourteen. Her father had died young and her mother busy working in another city sent her to our home. She was a graceful delicate girl—like an apricot blossom Blooming at the tip of a branch in March. Charming and pitiful in a way that drew people in. At first I liked her too. My mom my dad my brother—we all liked her. It wasn't until much later that I started to notice something felt... off. Before Grace arrived The last piece of chicken wings or drumsticks was always saved for

me. After she moved in if I had one piece I couldn't have another. Whenever I reached for more she'd sit there with teary eyes not saying a word just looking at me. That look alone was enough to make my mom smack my hand with her chopsticks. Eat eat eat—leave more for Grace She scolded. “She…” She didn’t finish the sentence. But I knew what she meant. That poor child. No father. Wandering from place to place with her mom. So hard on them. Not long after Grace arrived she started eyeing my piano lessons. She’d stand nearby clinging

to my mom’s sleeve. Auntie Fiona is so amazing… My mom clapped her hands and laughed Amazing She’s not even top of her class. Grace lowered her eyes and mumbled “I always wanted to learn… but Mom never…” Trailing off at just the right point to leave room for imagination. My parents were both soft-hearted. Dad immediately said “Then why don’t you and Fiona learn together “It’s not like we can’t afford the lessons. Mom nodded in agreement. Grace immediately lit up hugging my mom. Thank you Auntie Thank you Uncle My brother stood to the side and added If

you start now you’ll definitely be better than Fiona. “She’s so half-assed about everything. I am not I was honestly upset to be insulted to my face like that. But no one seemed to notice—or care. The four of them laughed together happily. I sat down in front of the piano and all of a sudden it felt pointless. Chapter 2 Grace had talent. Her piano skills improved rapidly. The family piano basically Became her personal performance stage. Every time she played the other three clapped like clockwork. Sometimes when I was the one practicing my brother Sean would walk

by and chime in Not as good as Grace. After hearing that one too many times I slammed the lid and tried to fight him. He easily pinned me down stared at my tear-streaked face in surprise then scoffed What just because I stated a fact That’s why you’re crying Grace “just happened” to walk by wearing the new white dress my mom had bought her looking like some kind of fairy. Even her voice was soft and sweet Fiona tries really hard. Sean snorted and tapped my forehead. “She’s just dumb. I really was dumb. Sean and Grace were

both smart. Everything came easy to them. They could sight-read new pieces after just a few tries. I had to practice over and over. They’d come home with top awards and get showered in praise. My middle-of-the-road grades weren’t impressive—but at least I wasn’t dragging behind. The only thing I was ever praised for was playing piano—because it was the one thing Sean couldn’t do. But now even that was gone. I wondered whether Grace genuinely liked piano. But she didn’t stick with it. Once the compliments died down the piano became the most overlooked object in the house. And

I never got any recognition for my dedication—not even once. Even when they mentioned it it was only Grace had real talent in that area. No one cared about the one who had stuck with it for years day in and day out. Chapter 3 But the moment my hatred for Grace peaked was when I turned eighteen. Grace and I have birthdays close together. My parents had always promised to throw me a grand coming-of-age party when I turned eighteen. I had imagined it countless times—me in a princess gown wearing a sparkling tiara cutting the cake with Jason.

And if Jason happened to confess to me then it would be perfect. Actually my parents and brother weren’t blind to Grace’s little tricks. But to them the rivalry between kids was just Grace being insecure and desperate for love. They understood and didn’t mind. Since there was no one at home who would take my side I could only turn to Jason. He was my childhood friend. Half a year older than me But he acted like he was five or six years more mature. I would vent to him about Grace. Sometimes when I got emotional I’d curse

her out. Jason never swore but he’d squint his eyes and curse her out with me anyway. Afterward I’d start to feel guilty Grace is smarter than me. And prettier too. “It’s only natural that everyone likes her more. Am I just a bad person Jason would just laugh and ruffle my hair. Then before I could get mad at him messing it up he’d say “You’re not.” I like Fiona the most. Actually before Grace came my parents used to say that too. But after she arrived I never heard it again. His words made my cheeks flush red.

I whispered Really Really. When he opened his eyes wide they reflected a dazzling light. He repeated it sincerely like he was making some kind of solemn vow I like Fiona the most. Chapter 4 The party invitation had both mine and Grace’s names on it. I didn’t want to share it with her. I threw a tantrum over it but she remained calm and just said we should go along with what my parents wanted. It was rare for all our relatives to gather like this. My parents couldn’t realistically organize another event so soon. So in the end

it was a joint celebration. The dresses were equally beautiful the cake toppers each had one of us and the gifts were split right down the middle. Everything that was supposed to belong to me had been divided in half. And I only got one half. Grace and I cut the cake together. Jason sat in the audience holding up his phone to take pictures of me. His eyes crinkled with a smile and his camera lens focused only on me. The five-tiered cake looked like A delicate castle placed on a cart. I grinned at Jason as Grace and

I held the knife together about to make the first slice. Just as we were about to cut down Grace’s hand suddenly pressed harder like she lost control. The cart wobbled and the towering cake tipped in our direction. My brother who was standing next to her instantly pulled her back. The cream and fruit spilled all over me head to toe. My beautiful gauzy dress was now sticky with jam. I stood frozen and a blueberry that had stuck to my nose dropped onto my skirt. My makeup was ruined. I stood there blankly still holding the cake knife.

The guests fell completely silent. My mom rushed over to smooth things over. Fiona How could you be so carele— It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me. I looked up and saw Grace shielded behind my brother. Not a single stain on her. She still looked beautiful. The crystal chandelier above cast light into her eyes. She gave me a small curved smile. Just like when she first came to our house at fourteen. She did it on purpose. Fury surged up in me. I grabbed a leftover piece of cake from the table and threw it at her. My brother

blocked it for her and glared at me Fiona what’s wrong with you My parents’ disapproving eyes joined his. And at that moment I suddenly realized— Calling out Grace would only make things worse for me. My parents. My brother. They had already unknowingly chosen the prettier smarter child. The moment my tears fell I saw a flicker of panic on my brother’s face. Eighteen-year-olds are grown up but not really. In a burst of childish fury tears running down my face I shouted “I don’t want this birthday anymore Then ran away in a mess. To be honest I

was hoping they’d come after me. As I heard footsteps behind me I was thinking— If they chase after me and coax me I’ll forgive them. But when I finally stopped and turned around all I saw was the edge of a black coat vanishing around the corner. Silence followed. Still I waited. But they never came. Chapter 5 Jason found me while I was crying in the bathroom. The makeup and cake on my face had mixed with tears. No matter how hard I wiped it wouldn’t come off. When I saw him walk in I started crying even

harder. Jason took a tissue dampened it And gently wiped the cream and jam from my face little by little. He looked at me for a moment then suddenly chuckled. You look like a little kitten. I sniffled and cried caught off guard by his teasing. Instinctively I retorted “I do not.” “Definitely not like one.” Jason grinned. “All clean now.” In the mirror my bare face reappeared no longer sticky—though my hair and clothes were still a mess. He reached down and held my hand. His palm was warm. Come on Fiona. Where are we going To give you

a proper birthday. Jason looked at me Eyes filled with overflowing affection and gentleness. In his gaze there was no one else but me. “A birthday where you’re the only star. I melted into his gaze. A little dazed I thought— At least I still have Jason. My childhood sweetheart for over a decade. The one who stood with me while I cursed the girl we both hated. The one who said he liked me the most. The one who always always stood by me. Then a figure in white stood around the corner. Grace’s eyes landed on our intertwined

hands. And in that instant a chill ran down my spine. Jason didn’t look at her. He just held my hand and started walking. Jason. Grace called out her voice soft. Jason didn’t stop. You said you wanted to see me. You said we’d go stargazing in the wild together. I came just for that. Jason’s hand froze in mine for a moment. When he turned around his face was full of shock. “It was you…” “It was me.” I knew about it too. Jason had an online friend he’d known for three years. They got along great. The profile

picture was just a black square and he’d always thought it was a guy. They chatted constantly like kindred spirits. They even promised that if they ever met in real life they’d go camping and watch the stars together. When Jason called her bro she never corrected him. Everything about her made her seem like a fun like-minded best buddy. Jason had even shown me their chat logs not hiding a thing. He’d laughed and said What a coincidence. Our hands trembled slightly in each other’s grasp. I looked at Jason’s side profile. He was staring at Grace. His lips

moved slightly. No. Please no. I was begging him silently over and over again. But the loosening of his grip told Me the truth—louder than anything else. He let go. My childhood sweetheart. The Jason who had always stood by me. Wavered. Chapter 6 The birthday Jason promised to make up for me never happened. When he left his back looked uncertain. Grace didn’t follow him. She just stood where she was and smiled at me. What was she smiling about I couldn’t understand. Was it satisfaction over Jason’s hesitation Or did she really believe that three years of chatting

could outweigh over a decade of friendship So I smiled too. Later I would finally understand. The only one who had been foolish and naive from beginning to end— Was me. Chapter 7 That summer was the absolute worst summer of my life. I still texted Jason every day like usual. But he started replying slower than before. Sometimes I’d ask if he was home or if he wanted to hang out. In the past no matter how busy he was he’d always make time for me. But now all he said was: Sorry. Sorry for what I wanted to

say it was okay. But my fingers hovered in the chat box paused again and again and in the end… I didn’t type anything at all. The day I received my university acceptance letter I didn’t show it to my parents. The first person I wanted to tell was him. As I was heading out Sean called after me Fiona where’s your acceptance letter I turned around and made a face. “Not showing you.” Sean rolled his eyes. Fine don’t. It’s not like Grace didn’t score better than you…” I tuned out the rest of his sentence on purpose. Clutching

my acceptance letter and a concert ticket I ran straight to Jason’s house—through the yard down the little path all the way to his gate. The front door of his house wasn’t closed. I ran up excited Ready to shout his name like I’d done a hundred times before. Just one loud call: Jason And he’d walk out with that usual smile and answer “I’m here. “Ja—” The name died in my throat before I could say it. It felt like something was strangling me. A soft breeze stirred the wisteria blossoms in the courtyard petals drifting gently to the

ground. Under the flower trellis The boy lowered his head and placed a tender reverent kiss on the forehead of the pretty girl in the white dress. A petal landed in her hair. He reached out brushing a strand away from her cheek. It was such a beautiful moment. If only it hadn’t been Grace and Jason. Then maybe it would’ve been perfect. Grace smiled eyes curved. “Aren’t you afraid Fiona will be angry Jason hesitated for a moment. Fiona… I only ever saw her as a little sister. Just a sister. Something in Grace seemed to click. She giggled

softly. The next second she grabbed Jason by the collar. And the two of them kissed. Jason didn’t move. He just let her kiss him—obediently willingly. Back in elementary school Jason once gave me a beautiful crystal bracelet. I loved it so much I never wanted to wear it. I kept it safely tucked away only taking it out for special occasions. Eventually it broke. Some careless kid bumped into me and it hit the ground. The crystals shattered. Fragments scattered everywhere. I threw a huge tantrum and Cried for four or five hours. It wasn’t because it was expensive.

It was because Jason had given it to me. A gift’s value lies in the feelings it represents. But ever since Grace came into my life that kind of love—once solely mine—was slowly cut in half by my family’s favoritism. Only Jason had stayed the same. Whenever I was crying because of my brother or hurt by my parents’ unfairness whenever I threw a childish fit I would always think At least Jason is still here. At least I still have Jason. He’d pat my head and say I was his favorite. Grace never stood a chance. But now— That

love. He took it all back. And gave it—every last bit of it—to the one person I hated the most. Chapter 8 I staggered backward. I covered my mouth But the tears still kept falling. I bumped into someone’s chest behind me. I froze instinctively lowering my head ready to run away—when a clear sharp voice rang out by my ear Well if it isn’t my blind little nephew and that pretentious coquette b*tch. “Kissing in public like it’s some fairytale. His biting comment stopped me cold. I instinctively looked up—only to Crash right into Leonardo’s sea-like eyes. His tone

was mocking but his face was expressionless. When he saw my face clearly he paused for a moment then pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to me. Why are you crying he asked in a flat voice. What could I say That the person I liked had been stolen—by a repeat offender No less Even saying it out loud felt pathetic. “It’s nothing. My voice was nasal as I answered lowering my head again trying to leave. Were you here to give Jason the tickets The acceptance letter and concert ticket in my hand had already been

wrinkled from how tightly I was gripping them. I didn’t reply. “Looks like he won’t need them anymore. Leonardo held out his hand. “I’ll take them. Leonardo was Jason’s younger uncle just three or four years older than him. He had been in a car accident when he was young leaving his legs in poor condition. He’d come here to recover for a while. He always looked gloomy spending his days on the second-floor balcony staring into the distance his frown tight enough to crush a fly. I was never good at reading the room as a kid. Whenever Jason

wasn’t around I’d go find Leonardo to play—even accidentally snipping off two of his potted plants. I thought he’d scold me but he didn’t. Leonardo was like the melancholic beauty from a storybook. Even his sullen face couldn’t hide how good-looking he was. He called me over then gave my cheeks a harsh pinch—twice. I asked “Aren’t you going to scold me He suddenly smiled like fresh snow melting under the sun. If I scare you off who’s gonna keep me company I was dazzled by his beauty and swore to be a good friend to him too. But later

we had a huge fight and things slowly grew distant. It didn’t matter who got the ticket anymore. I thought. Here. I handed it to him. Leonardo took it as if he was about to say something—but I bowed my head and ran off before he could. Chapter 9 I waited for Jason to come and tell me he was with Grace now. But even by the next day when I woke up with puffy eyes there wasn’t a single message from him. When I went downstairs Sean saw my swollen eyes and laughed loudly. I ignored him and headed

straight to the fridge for an ice pack. Grace was in the kitchen. The moment she saw me she smiled with her eyes. I rolled mine and went for the ice. I had to go on stage in a few days—had to get the swelling down quickly. Then someone knocked on the door. I put down the ice and went to open it. The boy standing there was still as Gentle and bright as a spring breeze. When he saw me he smiled slightly Fiona. My nose tingled. I couldn’t say anything. Jason tilted his head. “What’s wrong Your eyes

are suddenly swollen. Should I get you an ice eye mask I shook my head biting the inside of my cheek. It took me a while to finally speak Jason… is there anything you want to say to me Jason blinked. Something to say Oh—did your acceptance letter come yesterday I forgot to ask. I said nothing. He looked a little puzzled and reached out trying to pat my head—but his hand caught only air. I had stepped away. I refused to meet his eyes again. I bit down hard on my lip. When I finally let go my mouth

was filled with the taste of iron. I forced down the tremble in my voice. “Jason… let’s not be friends anymore. He hadn’t said anything yet—when Grace stepped out of the room behind him. I didn’t want her to see me cry. I lowered my head and fled again. The door closed behind me. I buried my face in the covers. And the tears came flooding back. Chapter 10 Jason thought I was just being petty with him. That I was mad because he had turned down my invitation. But that wasn’t it. I was just heartbroken that he wouldn’t

tell the truth. I guess—this was the first time I ever really saw my childhood sweetheart clearly. Chapter 11 The weather wasn’t great on the day of the concert. When I left the house only Grace was home. She was sitting in the living room scrolling through her phone. When she saw me come downstairs in my dress she smiled. I ignored her and went to open the door. But then she spoke This is what—your how many-th concert now My hand froze on the doorknob. A performance with no one bringing you flowers… must feel pretty miserable when the

curtain comes down huh There was a trace of laughter in Grace’s voice. Soft sweet—but cold. So very cold. Unless… you beg me maybe Fiona. If you beg me I might come cheer you on. My hand trembled slightly. You see—she knew. She knew exactly what would hurt. Grace. Does taking things from others really make you happy It does she said plainly folding her arms standing there with calm arrogance. “There’s just something satisfying about stealing what others treasure—watching them suffer helpless and in pain. It makes me happy. Fiona she added smiling faintly. “I’m going to take everything

from you.” My tears were on the verge of falling. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to stop them. I couldn’t let my makeup smear. …Then go ahead and take it I said softly. There was a flicker of surprise on her face. I turned around and forced a smile. If something can be taken that easily then maybe it wasn’t worth much to begin with. Grace. You only take from others Because you have nothing of your own. That’s pathetic. If you love stealing so much then I’ll just give it to you.” “I don’t care

anymore. Chapter 12 I had a stubborn mouth but a soft heart. Even if I lost I still had to throw a jab at Grace. I won with words—but inside I was all over the place. I almost hit the wrong note during my solo But thankfully made it through safely. After the final bow the rain still hadn’t stopped. The families of my friends had all come with bouquets. Each of them surrounded by warm circles of love and praise. I didn’t have that. Back when Ms. Robin was still around she’d bring me a little bouquet too. But

she had too many students to care for just me. She had something else Today—so she wasn’t here either. I slipped through the crowd quietly heading toward the dressing room to get my bag. A concert with no flowers I was used to it by now. Just like all the other times—walking alone past those wrapped in affection heading home by myself. I had to change out of my clothes before the others got back. Otherwise Sean might start teasing me again “A dress that pretty—what a waste on you.” Where are you going Someone grabbed my wrist. Warmth spread

from my wrist up my arm. The voice came with a teasing lilt Did the little princess forget her flowers There was only one person in the world who called me that. When I was little I loved wearing princess dresses—bright and spoiled. Everyone in the family doted on me. Only Leonardo would half-smile and call me little princess. Mocking me for being too soft. Jason didn’t understand. He said “Then I’m the prince. Because princes and princesses belong together. And what are you then I had once asked standing beside Leonardo’s wheelchair turning it all into make-believe. Leonardo gave

his usual half-smile then pinched my cheeks. “Since the prince role’s taken I’ll be the knight. Knights protect princesses I said. Of course. Leonardo’s smile deepened. “A knight always stands on the princess’s side. But later we had a huge fight. Leonardo was away at school most of the time And we grew distant. Still every time he came back he brought me little gifts—always exactly what I liked. The fight was because of Grace. Back then she had just moved in. Not fully steeped in her coquette routine yet—still soft-spoken always clinging to the hem of my dress. I

liked her a lot and took her everywhere with me. Leonardo didn’t like her. He didn’t even bother hiding it in front of me. Told me to be careful. Called her fake manipulative. His words were harsh. But I had been completely fooled by Grace—believing she was just an innocent pitiful girl. I was furious with Leonardo for saying such things. He ground his teeth in frustration his face turning cold—just like when we first met. You trust her not me I hesitated for two seconds. In the end I chose the soft sweet-smelling girl. “You can’t be so harsh.

Perfect Leonardo had said with a smirk like a snake flicking its tongue. Fiona. “You’ll suffer for it later—she’ll eat you alive. And he was right. Chapter 13 Leonardo stood there holding the flowers in one hand. He was tall now his figure fully grown. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit he looked both noble and distant. He loosened his grip and handed the bouquet to me. It filled my arms completely. Extravagant and expensive. It was the first time I’d ever received flowers that were meant for me alone. Honestly I hadn’t even hoped that Leonardo would show up.

The very first time I performed at a concert it had also been a rainy day. I wore a beautiful dress prepared my best piece and imagined myself taking a bow after thunderous applause. I imagined my parents would be there with flowers hugging me and saying Fiona that was amazing And I’d tell them See I’ve really been working hard at piano. Fiona’s been trying so hard. So Mom… Dad Could you stop looking only at Grace Is that… too much to ask That day the rain poured endlessly. So long that even the most enthusiastic parents had already

left. So long the music hall had nearly emptied out. So long I stood by the entrance watching the rain fall watching the sky darken. So long that my stomach began to rumble from hunger. Only then did Dad finally arrive—looking apologetic. He said Sorry Fiona. Grace suddenly had a fever. We had to rush her to the hospital… I guess we forgot about you. I wanted to say I played really well today and Ms. Robin praised me. I wanted to say some parents even pointed at me and said I was a standout. I wanted to say Dad

you forgot the flowers I asked you to bring. Right also— The ticket was expensive. Ms. Robin saved you a prime family seat. It would’ve saved a lot of money. Dad Fevers don’t need three people at the hospital. And I really really wanted For you to come see how beautiful and accomplished your daughter Fiona is. But I didn’t say anything. I just stood there hands cold and stiff forcing a smile. “It’s okay. “Dad.” Chapter 14 Tears fell onto the flowers. I always managed to look my worst right in front of Leonardo. His expression softened slightly. He

pulled out a tissue again. My hands were full so he wiped my tears for me. He chuckled. What brand of makeup is that Waterproof huh I’ll buy you a full set next time. His joke threw me off. For a moment I thought my makeup had smudged and panicked. I shoved the bouquet back into his arms. I need to fix my face. “You don’t.” Leonardo’s fingertips brushed the corner of my eye warm and light. You look beautiful Little princess. I was a little embarrassed. He on the other hand looked completely serious. I stared at him dazed.

After a while I finally opened my mouth and called his name Leonardo. Mm You were right. I was wrong. Grace she— I know. Leonardo cut me off. His tone was casual—not at all like what I’d imagined. He didn’t say See I told you so and you didn’t believe me.” He looked into my eyes. His gaze was deep almost unreadable. Fiona. Want to see them regret it Chapter 15 I didn’t quite react in time and Leonardo didn’t push the topic further. He just took me out for an amazing dinner then walked me home after dark. Our

footsteps startled two people in the courtyard. Our conversation cut off. I reached to flip on the courtyard lights. The moment they came on I saw Jason—who had just been Holding Grace’s hand—quickly pull away. Fiona …Uncle Leo Grace’s face was… something. I lifted the bouquet and gave it a little flaunt grinning wide. Uncle Leo came to my concert today. Grace look Aren’t the flowers beautiful Her expression turned a little dark. She stared at the flowers Like she wanted to rip them apart. Seeing her upset made me happy. You had a concert today Jason looked stunned. He

stepped forward. Fiona why didn’t you tell me Why should I tell you I tilted my head genuinely confused. Jason’s throat tightened. After a moment He said “We’re… friends aren’t we You forgot I lowered my eyes smiled faintly and held my bouquet close. Then let me say it again. Jason. “We’re not friends anymore. Chapter 16 After my shower My phone on the table kept buzzing non-stop. There were messages from two people. I opened Leonardo’s chat first. He had only sent a screenshot—Grace had sent him a friend request. Request message Uncle I’m Fiona’s cousin. Thank you for

today Leonardo had rejected it. I rubbed my wet hair with a towel and replied with a meme. Then I opened Jason’s messages. Jason Fiona are you mad Remember that park you mentioned before I’m free tomorrow—want to go Sorry things have been a bit hectic lately. I haven’t had time for you. I pursed my lips and began typing on my phone. Me Jason. If you could only choose between me and Grace—who would you pick I saw the “typing…” bubble pop up then disappear then pop up again. But the answer never came. I waited patiently. Finally just

as my hair was almost dry his reply came through Jason Fiona. Maybe Grace isn’t as bad as you think. Why can’t you two just get along Get along I curled my lips into a cold bitter smile. I was the first one who tried to “get along” with her. She was the one who pushed me out and stole the people I loved. Who exactly was the one who couldn’t get along Me I understand. Then I tapped his profile picture. And with one clean decisive move— Delete. Then go get along with her. Jason. Chapter 17 In the

final days before summer break ended Jason came looking for me. He stood downstairs calling my name. I pretended not to hear. Sean asked if we had fought—I Pretended I didn’t hear that either. I treated them all like air. All I wanted was for summer to end quickly so I could start my new life. At last the day came. My parents and brother came to see us off at the station. Grace and I were going to the same city. Jason came too. When he saw me his eyes lit up like they always did And he tried

to talk to me. I turned my head and looked down at my phone instead. The screen happened to be on my chat with Leonardo. Me I’m about to board the train. Leonardo Okay. Text me when you’re close. I’ll come pick you up. Grace and I had seats next to each other. When we boarded Mom grabbed my hand Eyes already brimming with tears. Make sure you call home often. Grace smiled sweetly. Of course. Dragging my suitcase I said nothing. Mom turned to me. Fiona you— I know. I cut her off. I didn’t care what she was

going to say. All my mind was focused on— My new life. She froze a little. But I had already pulled my suitcase aboard. And I didn’t see her standing there hand gripping Dad’s tightly eyes lingering on my back for a long long time. Chapter 18 College life was good. There was no annoying Grace no biased family And no childhood sweetheart who kept one foot in each bowl. There were only my roommates who shouted things like Fiona please grab lunch for me I’m begging you Fiona you look so pretty today Fiona what do you wanna eat

Let’s go together And Leonardo Who took me out every weekend. I always forgot to call my parents. Every ten days or so they’d call me instead. But the conversations never lasted long—just a few words before I rushed off to hang out with my roommates or Leonardo. Right after I hung up on my mom one day Leonardo called. “There’s something urgent at work today. I’ll have to break our plans—sorry. I felt a bit disappointed. Oh… okay. He chuckled lightly on the other end. How about I send someone else to keep you company instead “My mom’s in

town for a few days and I’m totally tied up. Fiona would you mind taking her out Really I hesitated a little shy. “But I’m kind of dressed… flashy today. No worries. My mom loves when girls dress flashy. She always wanted a daughter—one she could dress up like a princess. Well… okay. Leonardo was so good to me—I wanted to take care of his mom just as well. Where is she Should I go pick her up “She’s probably already there. A bright red Panamera pulled up at the school gate. A woman in sunglasses stepped out. The moment

she saw me her eyes lit up like fireworks. She strode toward me. Fiona I greeted her politely. Hello Auntie. She instantly beamed and took my hand. What a beautiful girl Come on let’s go shopping. From Leonardo’s phone came his voice “Mom.” Fiona has to go back to school tonight. Don’t take her too far.” Yeah yeah got it. I finally understood what Leonardo meant by dressing up like a princess. Calliope dragged me through the entire mall making me try on loads of beautiful outfits. With a wave of her hand she bought everything. She even picked out

some matching outfits. She called them sister sets but honestly we looked more like mother and daughter. Her phone kept snapping pictures the whole time. I was starting to feel embarrassed. Then she took me to a fancy Western restaurant ordered a whole feast and even got me a Ferris-wheel-shaped ice cream dessert. Afterward she insisted on driving me back to campus. I sat in the passenger seat and texted Leonardo Me Your mom is so sweet. Leonardo She took so many photos. Why don’t you post some of them I blinked. Me Can I Leonardo Of course. He sent

over a photo of me and His mom wearing our matching outfits both making peace signs. We looked like we came out of the same mold. Leonardo This one’s really good. I thought about it for a bit then posted a picture from today with a short caption. Likes and comments started flooding in. Roommate So pretty little goddess. Can I add you on WeChat Ms. Robin Such a classy mom Two gorgeous ladies I replied to Robin Me Thanks Ms. Robin. That’s my friend’s beautiful mom. A while later my phone rang. It was Mom. Hello Fiona who were

you with today “My friend’s mom I answered honestly. There was a pause on the other end. Then her tone changed odd and a little sour “You can’t spare two minutes to talk to your own mother but you spent the whole day out with someone else’s Only then did I realize—she had seen Ms. Robin’s comment. The call volume wasn’t low. I gave Calliope an apologetic smile just about to explain. But she spoke up first happily Fiona those clothes I bought you—wash them okay “We’ll wear our matching ones next time we go out. We’ll look adorable I

froze. I opened my mouth to say something— But the call had already been hung up. The beeping tone echoed in my ears. Calliope looked puzzled. What Did I say something wrong Exactly like Leonardo. I pressed my lips together and looked down smiling softly. No. Not at all. Chapter 19 That night when I got back my dad sent me a message. He asked what was wrong. He said every time my mom mentioned me she’d start crying. I replied “I don’t know. After a while he messaged again “Call your mom more often while you’re at school. She

keeps thinking about you. When are you coming home for break I didn’t reply. I tossed my phone aside and kept gaming with my roommate until the phone rang three or four times. I picked up—it was Sean. Fiona I bought tickets for National Day. Let’s go on a family trip together alright “No.” I didn’t even look away from the screen. Sean sounded a little pissed. “You’ve gone completely wild since you started college. When we care about you it’s like you don’t even hear it.” Is it really that hard for your parents to see you once I

muted the phone. Half an hour later I checked—he still hadn’t hung up. I said a quick Hello And Sean immediately started up again “What’s your deal I already have plans. I replied quietly. I was going to the beach with my roommate. Sean tried to say something else but I hung up in one click. Suddenly I felt free and refreshed. I should’ve let it go a long time ago. Anyone who can be stolen away isn’t worth caring about. Chapter 20 The days Aunt Calliope was here were nothing but joy. When she left I was reluctant to

see her go. She patted my head and nearly kissed me. Sweetheart I’ll come see you again next month. Leonardo gave a helpless reminder You called her the wrong thing Mom. Aunt Calliope pulled me into a hug. “I don’t care. Fiona’s so adorable I might as well just adopt her. I hugged her back. I like you too Auntie. Leonardo pinched my cheek like he wanted to say something—but didn’t. When he was driving me back to school my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. My mom was seriously upset with me. Even after Dad and my brother talked to her

she still wasn’t satisfied. So now she was messaging me herself. I set her messages to Do Not Disturb. The latest one said “Grace is so much more thoughtful than you.” I paused for a moment. Then I finally replied Then let Grace be your daughter. A sudden ringtone cut through my thoughts. Leonardo glanced at the phone but didn’t take his hands off the wheel. Fiona can you answer that for me It was a number with no contact name but it looked familiar. Put it on speaker. I did as he said bringing the phone closer. As soon

as the call connected a familiar female voice slurred through full of drunken sweetness and a long drawn-out ending Uncle Leo... Her tone made my scalp tingle. Grace’s voice was soft and syrupy Half like she was whining half like she was moaning. Leonardo curled his lips into a smirk glanced at me from the side and said nothing. “I’m drunk…” Can you come pick me up I don’t know anyone here…” I rolled my eyes. What are her roommates just decoration “Uncle…” Leonardo cleared his throat and asked her Where are you Grace gave him an address. Uncle Leo

come quick… They keep making me drink… I hit the end call button. Leonardo turned on the GPS and drove toward the bar she mentioned. I crossed my arms and mocked her voice “Uncle~” Leonardo didn’t answer just let out a low chuckle. Even the glance from the corner of his eye was seductive. We pulled up outside the bar. Leonardo used his phone to call me and once I picked up he didn’t hang up—he even turned on the voice recorder. Then he opened the door. I got out. Leonardo took off his jacket and draped it over me.

“I’ll come back to get you in a bit.” I said nothing Just looked at him. Drunken words are honest words. Fiona. “Don’t you want to hear some real truth Chapter 21 Leonardo went to pick up Grace. The bar was noisy and full of chatter. Amid the chaos I heard Grace screaming then Leonardo asked her if she wanted another drink. Grace said yes. Ten minutes later The background noise faded a bit. The voices became clearer. Grace called out Uncle… can you take me to a hotel “I don’t want to go back to campus. Leonardo didn’t reply.

She continued “They all hate me.” Uncle no one likes me… Her voice started to tremble on the verge of tears. What about Jason Leonardo asked calmly “Isn’t he your boyfriend “He’s not.” “He’s not.” He only likes Fiona. Even when we’re together he’s still thinking about her.” “Everyone likes Fiona…” “Everyone likes Fiona…” She said it again. And why is that “She’s not smarter than me not prettier than me and she’s stupid. So why does everyone like her “You’re jealous of her.” Leonardo said with certainty. “Of course I am.” Grace laughed her voice tinged with satisfaction. Not

just jealous. I want to take everything from her. I want to steal everyone who likes her. I want to watch her cry watch her beg me watch her never smile again. Her parents her brother Jason—they’re all idiots. She plays this fragile little damsel act sheds a few tears and all those brainless fools go running around her like she's some kind of saint. “Her own parents don’t care about their actual child but go out of their way to love an outsider. “You couldn’t find a more pathetic bunch in this world—and yet they all gather around her

like moths to a flame. Grace laughed and laughed and her voice slowly steadied. Leonardo. Her voice had lost that intentionally sweet tone. “To drag a shining sun down into the mud…” “You’ve thought about it too haven’t you There was a brief silence on the other end. Leonardo’s answer was calm and honest. Of course. My heart jumped to my throat. “But—” “I think the sun belongs in the sky.” “As for me…” I just want her to shine forever. Chapter 22 When Leonardo came to pick me up the car was already empty. I pulled his jacket a

little tighter around me opened the passenger door and got in. Leonardo didn’t say anything. The car was quiet—almost peaceful. When we got to the front gate of my school he dropped me off and like always reminded me Text me when you get to your dorm. Leonardo. I clenched my hands together. When the holiday comes… will you go home with me He looked at me. His gaze was deep Like the ocean. After a moment he smiled Alright. Chapter 23 My parents and older brother still sent me messages from time to time. I set all their messages

to Do Not Disturb and ignored them completely. If they called I’d answer with a few perfunctory lines nothing more. Every time they started to lecture me I would pull Grace into it: Let her come then. Fiona you’re the one who’s really our daughter. I couldn’t even force a smile. So they did know. Then why did they still favor Grace “I’m your mother. I gave a half-hearted response and hung up the phone. By the end of the year I went back home. My parents came to the train station expecting to Pick up Grace and me—but only

Leonardo and I showed up. This is… “Jason’s uncle I said with a light smile. “He’s been really taking care of me.” My parents exchanged a glance. Thank you for looking after Fiona… she’s still immature…” No she’s very mature. Leonardo cut him off His tone gentle his smile calm. My mom’s expression stiffened. She didn’t say anything else. I brushed past them. “I’m heading home first. My parents thought I came back to reconcile with them but they were wrong. I was out almost every day barely spending time at home. Sometimes I went out with old classmates. Sometimes

with Leonardo. At home I just stayed shut in my room barely speaking to them. After a few days of this lukewarm routine the first to crack was Jason. I knew he broke up with Grace not long after getting together. Later he tried to add me back—but I never accepted. One day as I was leaving the house I saw Jason standing in the yard. I paused. A habit formed over a decade made me instinctively want to greet him but right at the edge of speaking I swallowed the words back down. Jason met my eyes. His gaze

flickered. He called out Fiona. His voice was just like before—low and gentle. I looked away and walked straight past him but he stepped in front of me. Jason smiled faintly. Fiona the flowers are blooming in the south of the city. Want to go see them together That was his old trick. When he upset me as a kid he’d knock on my door and say Hey such-and-such is happening. Want to come see it Back then I was easy to coax. Even when I got mad it wouldn’t last long. As long as he gave me a way

down I’d take it. But things were different now. I already have plans. Then… how about tomorrow “I don’t.” The person standing behind him answered for me. Jason turned around. When he saw who it was his face went pale. Leonardo raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you greet me Jason didn’t say anything. He turned back to me face drained of color. Fiona… you two are together I looked at Leonardo. Leonardo looked back at me a quiet smile tugging at his lips. Then I turned back to Jason. “Isn’t it obvious Now that you know Stay away from me.

Stop hanging around and being a nuisance. Something flickered in Jason’s eyes—maybe resentment. He opened his mouth but all he did was sigh. “I’ll wait for you Fiona. Wait for what For me to go blind again and run back into your arms I rolled my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. Jason. Not realizing who you really were earlier… that’s the one thing I regret most in this life. Chapter 24 Maybe they finally realized my attitude wasn’t right. My parents started to change theirs too. They began trying to get close to me making a conscious effort. They even asked

me to bring Leonardo home for dinner saying they wanted to thank him for looking after me while I was away. They really went all out. That evening When we came back the table was covered in dishes. Leonardo sat down beside me. My dad asked Young man what’s your name Leonardo. Leonardo gave his name and then fell silent. My dad’s face shifted slightly but he didn’t press further. My mom on the other hand Acted like she was doing a background check—asking Leonardo all kinds of questions. Leonardo answered each one calmly. “Fiona’s very independent. She can handle

a lot on her own. My mom chuckled “That’s true. Then she reached out with her chopsticks to put some food into my bowl—as if trying to show how close we were. But the chopsticks were stopped halfway. Leonardo smiled politely. Auntie Fiona’s allergic to shrimp. My mom froze for a second then laughed awkwardly. I got too excited and forgot. She picked up another dish only to be blocked again. Auntie Fiona doesn’t like mushrooms either. My mom was clearly uncomfortable now. Leonardo who usually carried himself with the grace and Polish of someone who’d spent years in business

was now sharp—unyielding. Auntie you don’t seem to know Fiona very well. Kids grow up. Their tastes change my mom tried to smooth things over. Do they Leonardo smiled. Funny because from what I’ve seen you know your other daughter quite well. Oh she’s not my daughter. She’s Fiona’s cousin. Is that so Strange. Because to me she seems more like your daughter. “What kind of parents don’t know a thing about their own child but care so much for an outsider My dad suddenly slammed his hand on the table dishes clattering. Leonardo didn’t even flinch. “Get out.” Uncle

why are you angry Leonardo asked looking innocent. I sat next to him watching his profile—and suddenly smiled. My parents grew even angrier. My dad slammed the table again. Fiona what is this supposed to mean I ignored them and reached for Leonardo’s hand. “Let’s go. They can’t handle the truth. Leonardo let me pull him away. Sean stepped forward trying to stop me but Leonardo moved in front of me protectively. My mom yelled my name in fury Fiona what are you trying to do Are you deliberately disrespecting your mother “You’re not to see this man again Ever

since you came back you’ve been going out every day and barely said a word to us Spending all your time with him—were you like this in college too Never studying always messing around. When will you finally stop making me worry “He even dared to—” To what I asked. Dad hesitated for a moment Then said “He’s not a good person. It was him—no wonder I found that name familiar. He just stole one of your father’s clients last month. Clever little tricks for someone so young. I let out a short laugh. “So that’s what this is about.

“I don’t study hard. I mess around. Did Grace tell you that I turned toward Grace who was standing there—with a Slight smile tugging at her lips. Mom said “Don’t look at her like that. Grace is only trying to help you. Oh she’s trying to help me I scoffed then strode straight over to Grace. Before anyone could stop me I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. Grace’s cheek turned red and swollen almost instantly. Fiona. “You say he’s rude that he talks back to you. But it’s only because what he said hit where

it hurt. “You really don’t know my preferences. You really don’t care. You really do treat an outsider better than your own daughter. Tell me—which part of what he said was wrong My mother’s expression changed. She raised her hand as if she was about to slap me. I didn’t flinch. I stood still staring right at her and called out “Mom.” Do you really not know Do you really not know Grace faked being sick—just to stop you from going to my piano recital Do you really not know how long I waited there that night How much I

looked forward to seeing you Do you really not know she doesn’t even care about piano That all she ever wanted was to take away your attention “Do you really not realize—” My voice started to tremble tears lacing the edge of my words. I tore off the veil of pretense that had always covered us—the polite lies the unspoken favoritism the unfairness they knew deep down but pretended not to see. All of it laid bare. Even if that truth would become a blade that cut our relationship to pieces— I didn’t care anymore. Do you love Grace more

than me My mother’s words were caught in her throat. She clearly hadn’t expected me to be this direct—her lips trembled as she spoke but I didn’t catch the words. Finally she said “It’s because she’s a guest. “So because she’s a guest You favor her I sneered. Dad. Mom. “Blood is something you can’t change. I’ll still think of you as my parents. I’ll still take care of you when you’re old.” “But that’s all.” From now on if you’re looking for love for warmth—go find it in Grace. “But…” “There’s one more thing I want you to hear.

I pulled out my phone and tapped on the recording. Grace’s voice rang out crystal clear in the living room. She mocked my parents and my brother—called them fools. Laughed at how a few fake tears made them turn their backs on their own daughter. Mocked how blind they were how easily she had torn apart our relationship. Midway through the recording my mom’s eyes turned red. Then she grabbed Grace by the hair. She screamed like a madwoman ready to strike her. You ungrateful snake how could you— I just stood there coldly watching the whole farce unfold. My

father’s shoulders collapsed as if something inside him broke. He tried to call my name. “Fiona…” I didn’t respond. I turned toward the door. Sean’s eyes were red. He tried to grab my hand but I shook him off—and reached for Leonardo’s instead. Someone called after me. “Fiona—” Mom was wrong. “It was my fault…” I didn’t look back. I kept walking until there was no one around. Leonardo held my hand But he wasn’t smiling. He asked “You don’t regret this I answered “No.” It’s not that I didn’t know how to play the game. I knew very well—if

I acted like Grace quiet and obedient pretending to be pitiful pretending to be vulnerable—I could win their sympathy too. But to swallow your pride To play a role just to compete for someone else’s affection What you get in the end isn’t love. It’s quicksand—pulling you deeper the more you fight. Grace thought she won. But all she did was bury herself deeper in the mud. In this life there are many things worth fighting for. But love— Love should never be one of them. Extra Chapter Chapter1 While shopping for groceries Fiona’s mother ran into a woman walking

with a child. The little girl blinked up at her mother and chirped sweetly Mom do you want me to help carry the groceries The woman said no and squatted down to pat her daughter on the head praising her for being such a good girl. The girl seriously wiped the sweat from her mother’s face with her sleeve and gave her a kiss. Watching them Fiona’s mother was suddenly reminded of young Fiona. Back then she wore little pigtails and followed behind her just the same chirping “Mommy” with that same crisp voice. After coming back from the market

she would drag a stool over and sit beside her helping wash vegetables. Fiona’s mother stood there in a daze for a long time until someone accidentally bumped into her and knocked the groceries from her hands. The passerby quickly apologized But she didn’t seem to hear. Chapter 2 It wasn’t until evening that Fiona’s father came home. Their marriage had been hanging by a thread for a while. They were used to blaming each other—blaming one another for not treating Fiona properly never once reflecting on themselves. He reeked of alcohol—and faintly of perfume. Fiona’s mother didn’t argue. She

just stared at him blankly for a while and said I want to go see Fiona. He didn’t answer just lit a cigarette. After a long pause he finally said “She might not be happy to see you.” “But I miss her.” Silence again. Then as if something inside her shattered Fiona’s mother suddenly screamed “She’s my daughter Fiona is my daughter He exhaled a puff of smoke. Yeah. Your daughter. You broke her heart for the sake of a backstabbing brat and now she doesn’t even acknowledge you as her mother. Fiona’s mother went blank for a while. Just

when he thought she was done she suddenly lunged at him Scratching and hitting “And you didn’t do anything wrong You never neglected her “You weren’t fooled by that backstabber too “You think I didn’t know You think I didn’t know you were secretly keeping a mistress Ning Zhou you didn’t just fail your daughter—you failed me too He was caught off guard. Her nails scratched a bloody mark across his face. She didn’t let go—clawing at his hair Hitting his head. He finally snapped and the couple—married for decades—ended up physically fighting each other. When the chaos ended both

were injured. He stood up coldly and said “Let’s get a divorce. Chapter 3 Fiona’s father didn’t not love her. When she was a tiny ball of a child he used to cuddle her and rub His stubble against her cheeks making her giggle. At first he only pitied Grace. But over time things changed. Fiona’s mother favored Grace. Sean always praised Grace. Grace seemed smarter prettier better at playing vulnerable. And slowly He—without realizing it—started favoring Grace too. Later he tried to make up for it. But more than ten years of distance left him with no idea where

to even begin. He used a business trip as an excuse to see Fiona. She arrived in a rush distracted throughout dinner. Barely listened to anything he said. The whole meal he was the only one talking. At the next table A father was lifting his daughter up on his shoulders spinning her in the air. The girl burst into giggles. When Fiona came back from the restroom and saw him watching she only gave a faint smile. By the time he went to the cashier he found out Fiona had already paid. She was waiting downstairs. When she saw

him her smile lightened a little. He opened his mouth awkwardly Fiona didn’t I say this meal’s on me Why’d you pay Her voice was polite distant—nothing like the soft sweetness of her childhood. No need. I’ve got it.” “If you’re planning to visit next time let me know in advance so I can prepare. …I was just on a trip. Thought I’d stop by.” No need. She smiled. “I’m doing just fine. His throat tightened. Do you need money Anything you want I can buy it for you. Fiona frowned slightly clearly a bit impatient. “I remember you used

to like…” He froze. Couldn’t finish the sentence. Fiona gave a small laugh her tone calm I already told you Dad. “There are some things you simply can’t make up for.” When I was little I wanted a bouquet of flowers from you after my recital. When I was older I wanted you to stand by me when everyone pointed fingers at me. “But now—I don’t need anything anymore. Because she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t that little girl who used to run behind her father whenever something went wrong. And her father Was no longer her safe haven. Chapter

4 Fiona’s mother went to her husband’s company and caused a scene. She screamed about him having a mistress throwing herself on the floor like a soap opera character. They both lost face completely. It took everything Fiona’s father had to drag her out of there. Then she went after Grace. Claimed Grace owed them money—said it was time to pay them back now that she was grown. Raising a child wasn’t cheap the last ten years alone had cost plenty. Fiona’s mother didn’t need the money. She just wanted to make the backstabbing brat suffer. If Grace didn’t pay

she’d sue her. After both fights She stared at the photos Fiona had just posted online. Then immediately booked a ticket—rushing off to stage an “accidental” encounter. If Fiona had blamed her it would’ve been easier. If Fiona had shouted if she had cried if she had hated her Maybe she wouldn’t have gone this crazy. But Fiona didn’t hate her. She just treated her coldly politely Like a stranger. She still called her “Mom.” She still answered her calls and replied to messages. But it was distant—emotionless. Like an employee replying to a boss. Cordial but void of warmth.

And then she’d turn around and take intimate photos wearing matching outfits With another woman. As if they were the real mother and daughter. When Fiona’s mother arrived Fiona and Calliope were sunbathing. The two of them lay side by side chatting and laughing without a care in the world. She stood there for a long time watching. In her head she played through dozens of excuses. Maybe she’d say a friend invited her here. Maybe she’d say it was a spontaneous trip. Maybe she’d claim she saw an ad saying this was a nice place. But none of it

sounded right. The truth The truth was… she just wanted to see her. “Ma’am A voice behind her startled her. She turned and saw the one person she hated most. Like a snake—cold cunning and unwilling to let go once he sank his teeth in. Leonardo stood there holding two cold drinks a slight smile on his lips. Fiona’s mother hated him. But even she couldn’t deny— He treated Fiona well. Painfully obviously well. She stood frozen waiting for the younger man to say something to maybe lead her to her daughter. Leonardo just smiled and asked if she was

thirsty. He had no intention of taking her to Fiona. “I just wanted to come see her…” she blurted out. Leonardo raised an eyebrow. His tone remained polite but his words cut sharp Vacations are meant to be relaxing. Some things especially the self-inflicted ones are best avoided. Her face flushed with anger. She opened her mouth to curse him. But Leonardo just smiled again. After pretending to be blind for so many years now you regret it because the truth’s come out For your own daughter to grow up cheerful after all that unfair treatment—that’s already something close to

a miracle. Auntie. “Don’t you realize… no matter what you do now to her it’s just another wound She had no reply. She knew Leonardo was speaking on Fiona’s behalf. She was angry—at Grace’s manipulation at Sean’s blindness at her husband’s favoritism. But most of all—she was angry at herself. She knew Fiona didn’t want to be disturbed. She meant every word she said that day. But she couldn’t let go. That was her daughter. The daughter she carried for ten months. They were supposed to be the closest people in the world. Chapter 5 Fiona’s mother ended up leaving.

She met Fiona at the hotel. Fiona greeted her politely. She told Fiona she’d be heading back soon. Then she asked—could she give her a hug Fiona looked slightly uncomfortable. A sharp ache stabbed through her heart. After a long pause she lowered her hand. Well have fun then. Fiona nodded. The frustration in Fiona’s mother had nowhere to go. So she kept looking for others to blame—kept lashing out. At her husband. At Grace. At Sean. The household turned chaotic. Grace became like a rat in the street hiding from everyone. And still every day Fiona’s mother checked Fiona’s

updates with Leonardo. She saw her winning awards attending events traveling with friends. Fiona was always smiling in the photos. Bright. Radiant. Unapologetically happy. So beautiful. Her daughter. Chapter 6 Fiona was scheduled to perform in another recital with a solo piece this time. The tickets weren’t cheap. Fiona’s mother bought three. Fiona’s father had an important meeting that day—but he canceled it. For once their crumbling family looked… presentable. While they were seated They happened to run into Fiona’s piano teacher. Ms. Robin wore an elegant silk scarf around her neck. Fiona’s mother called out to her. She paused

puzzled. You are… “I’m Fiona’s mother. Ms. Robin understood immediately gave the three of them a quick glance and smiled politely. You look unfamiliar—my apologies. It wasn’t surprising. Fiona’s mother had never been involved in her piano education—only ever paid the fees. Ms. Robin exchanged a few words with someone nearby then sat down close to them. Fiona’s mother tried to start a conversation about Fiona. Ms. Robin smiled lightly. “Fiona’s a wonderful child. Always so thoughtful. This scarf—she brought it back for me while traveling abroad. Fiona’s mother fell silent. She worked really hard at the piano. Always the

last to leave the practice hall. And she progressed quickly. Unlike some students who drop out after a month or two. Her words were pointed. Fiona’s parents lowered their heads. I remember the day she Found out she’d have her own solo. She was overjoyed. I asked how many tickets she wanted. She said four—she wanted her whole family to come see her. I saved those four seats. But that night they stayed empty. No one ever came. Fiona’s mother knew exactly which performance she meant. Grace had suddenly come Down with a high fever that day. The three of

them had gone to the hospital. She’d thought about going… but Grace held her hand calling Mom Dad again and again. Her heart ached for the girl—this child who had no parents around. And so… she stayed. After that whenever I asked if she needed tickets she always said no. Ms. Robin folded her arms and gave her a look. We parents all know—money can always be earned again. But a child’s growth Once you miss it you never get it back. When Fiona took the stage she wore a stunning floor-length gown and bowed gracefully. Music poured from her

fingertips like a stream of flowing water. The three of them sat below Watching. Fiona’s mother suddenly realized— Fiona had long since grown up. Her daughter had become someone far better than she had imagined. When the piece ended Fiona gave her thanks. Ms. Robin clapped along for a moment and said “People’s hearts are always biased. “But if a parent can’t even favor their own child—if they choose someone else instead… Well there really isn’t a more foolish parent in the world is there Fiona’s mother knew—those words were also for her. Everyone who loved Fiona would speak up

for her. They all resented her family—for their stupidity their blindness their failure to see what they had. And so did she. “But it’s okay now.” Ms. Robin stood up Smiling brightly. Our Fiona has grown into a truly remarkable young woman. She walked toward Fiona who had just finished her curtain call. Fiona’s mother saw her daughter’s face light up the moment she saw Ms. Robin. But the expression she gave her mother Was the same cold indifference as always. The past felt like a blade constantly slicing at her heart Constantly reminding her— They had brought this on

themselves. Her daughter had already grown into someone incredible. But… but still— She would never again turn to her with bright eyes and say Fiona loves Mommy the most.