Chapter 21 

“Wow, Elizabeth, your skills have really gone rusty!” Emma teased, after listening to my mispronounced piano playing all over the place. 

“How on earth did you win first place back in college?” 

let out a frustrated groan and buried my head in my hands, the weight of my own expectations crashing down on me. 

I used to been the top student in our music department, but now, even the basics seemed 

beyond my grasp. 

Emma laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as she shook her head at my misery, 

“You used to be a force of nature, Elizabeth. But now… well, let’s just say you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” 

She wasn’t wrong, not one bit. 

Tunes that once were a breeze for me now take me a long time to stumble and barely finish 

playing. 

I’ve had to relearn and practice techniques that have become rusty. 

But I welcomed the challenge with open arms. 

My days were spent brushing up on the basics with Emma, and my nights are devoted to practising techniques in the piano room. I threw myself into it completely, pushing my limits in ways I hadn’t dared to in years. 

The more I worked, the more I realized how much I had missed this creative side of myself–the side buried under years of trying to be the perfect girlfriend. 

Emma often looked at me–my face shadowed with dark circles and hair in disarray–and shook her head with a knowing grin. 

“Now this is the Elizabeth I remember,” she’d say, her tone a mix of laughter and pride. 

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Chapter 21 

For the first time in ages, I felt truly alive. My days were filled with purpose, my mind buzzing with ideas. The stress of the past faded away as I immersed in my designs, my passion reignited. 

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