Upon seeing Haynes and Rachel, Abby couldn't help but furrow her brows, her eyes brimming with a profound distaste.
With a voice as cold as a winter morning, she declared, "The violin is not for sale."
Rachel's eyebrows twitched as her gaze swiftly shifted toward Stella, who stood beside Abby.
Unlike Rachel's delicate charm, embodying an innocent young girl's allure, Stella had a more poised and sophisticated aura. With a classic oval face and eyes that seemed to shimmer with life, she could have stepped right out of a portrait.
When Rachel laid eyes on Stella, a flicker of intrigue flashed over.
Rachel quickly approached Stella, her face tinged with a plea. "Ms. Cameron, is this ‘Nocturne Stella' your friend's violin? Could you ask your friend to lend it to me for a while?"
"I first connected with Haynie through the violin," she explained sincerely. "I would practice in the garden, and he was attracted to the music. That's how we bonded. He always enjoyed listening to me play. Ms. Cameron, I'm not sure how much time I have left or if I'll ever get to perform again. But I want to give it one last try."
Whether by accident or design, Rachel tilted her head slightly, revealing a familiar necklace around her neck. The overhead lights caught on the necklace, sending a flash of brilliance into Stella's eyes, momentarily blinding her.
Stella's tone became cold as she responded, "The world is filled with people facing their ends every day. Am I supposed to cater to each and every one of them?"
As if struck by the harsh words, Rachel had tears welling in her eyes, ready to spill over.
Haynes' expression hardened. "Stella, it's just a violin. There's no need to be so harsh. If you want, I'll get you another one."
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