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One I can sell.

One that says everything I want to say.

"You don't have to sing, Kay," Walker says. "It is your party."

"Yeah," Leighton agrees. "Not all of us get off on blackmail."

"Get off? Huh?" Dean jumps to his feet. "Am I needed?"

She laughs. "You think you're that good?"

"Think? Honey, I don't think shit—"

"That isn't news," she says.

"I know." He motions come here to Leighton. "I'm more than happy to prove it."

She sticks out her tongue no thanks.

Emma shoots me a concerned look.

I shake my head it's fine.

'Cause I'm in love with Dean. Yeah. Right.

I'm running out of energy to sell this.

Time to sell... well...

I just hope this gets through to him.

"Thanks. But I'm looking forward to my debut." I plug the number into the machine. Take the mic from Emma. Step up to the front of the room.

The TV flashes with my song.

I force myself to turn back to the room.

To stare into Brendon's dark eyes.

And I let Arie

l's words fall of my lips.

I find the intention to sell every line of Part Of Your World.

When I'm done, my body is buzzing with nervous energy. I can barely hear everyone clapping. Yelling. Teasing.

I can't see anything but the softening in Brendon's expression.

He knows I'm sorry.

And maybe he forgives me.

But that doesn't mean he'll be mine.

He might never be mine.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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