Forty minutes later.
Sylvia arrived at the wilds campsite. As soon as she stepped through the entrance, a beautiful melody drifted through the air. The entire area had gone quiet; the crowd was completely captivated, swaying and clapping perfectly in time to the music.
She stopped and peered into the distance.
Instantly, her eyes turned venomous, and her long manicured nails dug painfully into her palms.
In the center of the lawn, a man and a woman were singing a duet. The man was Julian. And the woman was none other than Scarlett.
They were singing "My Song for You," a slightly older but incredibly sweet and nostalgic track.
The rule that everyone had to perform had been Talia's idea.
After she danced, Chatwin had eagerly jumped in with an impromptu stand-up comedy set that had everyone roaring with laughter.
When it was Julian's turn, he hadn't backed down, delivering a dry, deadpan joke.
Scarlett had tried to get out of it by making a funny face, hoping they'd let her slide.
But Talia and Chatwin refused to let her off the hook, complaining it was unfair and demanding she and Julian do a joint performance.
Growing up, Scarlett had only been taught practical things—like kickboxing and self-defense skills. She didn't have a single dancing bone in her body. Singing was the only thing she could barely pass off as a talent.
Seeing her hesitation, Julian had offered to sing a solo to cover for her.
But Chatwin wasn't having it. He insisted on a duet and specifically requested this sweet, romantic song.
They were basically forced onto the spot.
Neither of them had ever heard the other sing before, let alone knew if they'd sound good together.
But as soon as the music started, they fell into the same unspoken rhythm they shared at work.


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