Cassandra had only planned to window-shop at the music store. When the sales guy started enthusiastically pitching a violin to her, she was actually tempted—until she saw the price tag. Seven digits. Her fleeting interest evaporated instantly.
She politely turned down the salesman’s recommendation, tried out a couple of other violins, but none really clicked with her. So she grabbed Emma’s hand and headed out of the store.
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Damien had just picked out a piano and was making his way out, trailed closely by a group of store executives giving him the full VIP send-off—it felt like royalty was on the move.
As soon as he stepped outside, he spotted two familiar figures. Within seconds, they’d jumped into a car and zoomed away.
He was a little taken aback. He hadn’t expected t
