The question caught Shera entirely off guard, making her freeze.
It was a difficult question to answer. Was she? Wasn't she?
Seeing her discomfort, Pearce smoothly intervened, picking up a piece of tenderloin and dropping it onto his mother's plate.
"Mom, just eat your food. You can't just interrogate every woman you meet about her relationship status."
Felipa shot him a reproachful glare. "If you had actually brought a girl home at any point in the last decade, I wouldn't have to ask!"
Pearce looked at Shera, trying to ease the tension with a self-deprecating joke. "Surprising, isn't it? Behind closed doors, the great master is just as meddlesome as anyone else."
Shera couldn't help but laugh.
Calvin chimed in right on cue. "Don't mind these two, Shera. One never stops nagging, and the other is never home. They're as bad as each other."
The entire table erupted into laughter.
After dinner, Felipa pulled Shera upstairs to chat some more, eventually sending her off with a stack of her own personal notes and reference materials.
"Shera, give it everything you've got in the finals. With your talent, I know you're going to do brilliantly."
Shera nodded earnestly. "I promise I won't let you down, Felipa."
Felipa subtly shot her son a look. "It's getting late. Make sure you walk her back safely."
"It's fine, really," Shera politely declined. "I drove myself."
"Then walk her to her car."
Pearce smiled helplessly. "I'm on it."
After bidding Calvin and Felipa goodnight, Shera and Pearce walked out together.
Watching their retreating figures, Felipa nodded approvingly. "I just adore that girl. She's wonderful in every way."
Calvin shot his wife a sidelong glance. "It doesn't matter if you like her. What matters is if the kids actually have feelings for each other."
"Oh, please. I've been watching them. The way your son looks at her... there's definitely something there."
"Alright, alright, they're gone," Calvin muttered, pulling her by the arm back inside. "Stop meddling and let them figure it out themselves."
"Yes. She's taken on a few students over the years, but she always kept a strict, professional distance. She's never been like this before. So I know she thinks very highly of you."
"To be honest, she also feels a bit guilty about your situation with the competition."
Shera looked at him in surprise, not understanding what he meant.
"Guilty? Why on earth would she feel guilty?"
What did the great Felipa Pembroke have to be sorry about?
"Because of Rosalie Kerr. When she heard that Rosalie framed you out of jealousy, my mother felt partially responsible."
"As Rosalie's former mentor, she feels she failed to guide her down the right path."
Shera immediately waved her hands in protest. "No, no. That has absolutely nothing to do with Felipa. No one can predict the darkness in someone else's heart."
"But... why did you say 'former'?"
"Because Rosalie pulled something similar in the past," Pearce explained. "She was far too desperate for success. She used connections to step on others, and when my mother found out, she immediately severed their professional ties."

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