[Change] [Letting Go]
[Zoe's POV]
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I was having the time of my life when Lawrence guided me into the dance floor when Emery played a slow melody, drawing our attention to her beautiful face.
That girl was awesome. She could play the violin like a pro.
Much better than a pro.
I heard she was taking music in Artem. No wonder she was the star of her batch, she was better than most pros that I heard playing when my family forced me to attend those classical concerts every year.
Apparently, it was a favorite past time of the rich.
The soft music played and my attention was back on Lawrence. Since I was short in my five feet four inches' height, and Lawrence was tall for a thirteen-year-old kid towering at five feet four inches, dancing was not a big problem.
I had goosebumps while my face was flushed when he circled his arms around my waist.
"Relax . . . This is not the first time that I've touch you," he teased.