“I did have a spot for the McIntosh Piano Competition, just one, and I was willing to make it up to you.”

Paloma hesitated a bit: “I don’t know… do you want it?”

Almost everyone’s eyes were on Alarieka’s face, waiting to see how she’d react.

Roschelle had a gentle smile on her face, but in her heart, her teeth were almost grinding to pieces. How could you just give away the only spot in the competition like that? What made Alarieka qualified to be in the same competition as her? Who did she think she was? Fought her for Kieran, and now gonna fight her for the competition too?

So, in everyone’s eyes, Roschelle suddenly seemed to get some energy, stood up straight, and smiled, saying, “Alarieka, you should think more about it. Right now you’re still a senior in high school, so try to focus on your studies.”

“About the conflict between you and Ms. Wyatt, I thought I could explain a bit so there wouldn’t be any more misunderstandings between you two.”

All in all, they just wanted Alarieka not to accept it, no matter what they said.

Alarieka thought about it and wondered what the leading lady in an idol drama would do if she faced this kind of situation. She remembered a few scenes from TV dramas and recalled that after the misunderstanding was cleared up, the heroine would always say something like “she didn’t need it” in a defiant way when facing the apology gift. Then I just left coolly and decisively, shocking everyone, becoming a really unique strong female lead.

Alarieka looked up and smiled, “I want it.” Good stuff was offered to her, why didn’t she want it? This was what she deserved. Besides, this was a spot in the competition she really, really wanted, so how could she not want it?

Roschelle’s face froze right away.

Jaylene next to me suddenly let out a sigh of relief: “You scared me, I thought you were gonna freak out and say no. Glad you agreed.”

Alarieka asked, “What if I said no?”

Jaylene said, “If you were stupid enough to say no, I’d kick you and say yes for you.”

Alarieka just walked down the steps. Although she did have some resentment toward Paloma, since Paloma was willing to give her the only spot in the competition, she was willing to let go of the tulip thing. This was called going downhill with the donkey and adjusting the sails to the wind. For the spot in the competition I wanted, this wasn’t embarrassing.

A smile finally appeared on Alarieka’s cold face: “How should I contact you later?”

Paloma saw Alarieka agree to accept her apology gift and suddenly felt relieved: “Let’s add each other as friends. I’ll send you the info, and once you fill it out, you can join the competition.”

Alarieka nodded happily, added Paloma as a friend, and waved, “Bye.”

Her hand hanging by her side was suddenly grabbed.

It was Kieran.

Kieran’s long, sharp black eyes stared at her, and his eyes were really dark.

“Take me off the blacklist.”

Alarieka turned her head, looked at Kieran innocently, and pouted a little: “What are you talking about? How come I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She quickly broke free from Kieran’s hand and gave a mocking smile.

“Don’t look at me, be careful, Ms. Whitaker was probably about to get heatstroke again.” She winked at Roschelle: “Ms. Whitaker, am I right?”

Roschelle’s face turned blue, then purple, then blue again. It was really awesome.

On the way back, Alarieka did get the info Paloma sent her. She filled it out quickly and then sent it to Paloma.

Jaylene looked over curiously and said, “When are you guys having the match?”

Alarieka said, “Next month.”

Jaylene was surprised, “So fast, do you have time to practice?”

Alarieka’s hand paused, and she said quietly, “There’s still time.”

In those tough days, she didn’t have a piano, couldn’t afford one, and didn’t have money to send her daughter to any classes. She could only play piano music on her old phone and draw piano keys on the floor. After that, I pretended to play the piano in front of my daughter, matching the piano music playing on my phone. My daughter was really pure and cute. Even with such a clumsy way and in such tough conditions, she still laughed happily, giggling, and tried hard to clap her hands for her.

Back then, practicing piano and teaching her daughter to play on piano keys drawn on the floor was her only fun. She practiced for a really long time, practiced so much that there were little dents on the ground because of her.