Chapter eleven.

'George. He must have planned this. That petty person.' It all clicked.

And from where he stood, George felt both cold and distressed.

'it took me so long to build such delicate reputation. I can't believe she is going to ruin it all in one swoop.' He cried, then shivered. 'but then why does it feels like someone suddenly wishes death on me?'

On the other hand, Skylar realized she had unconsciously played the first three lines of the song the moment she came back to reality.

Shocked, she could only stare silently at her fingers, which floated on top of the keys. 'How did I do that?'

She retraced all she did until she made a theory.

Which turned out to be 'distraction.'

She was too immersed in cursing the fox like George that she had forgotten about her environment and played the first thing that came to her mind.

The last note in her head.

"Do you need help?" Noticing her hesitation. Nancy couldn't help but ask.

Looking down once more, Skylar picked her up and helped her si