The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Kaylee wondered why she was still thinking about the boy even though she had decided to let him go. Kaylee tried to think of something else so she wouldn't think of him.

"Hey, do you like listening to music? I can play the piano for you. What a coincidence! There is a piano in the next room. But… I don't know if you can hear it or not. Well, it's no problem. The song I'm going to play is horrible after all."

Kaylee let go of her hand on the man and walked out to move into the next room. Without waiting, Kaylee played a song she could play up there.

She didn't expect her uncle to come into the room and hear her play the piano for the first time.

"Well, well, well. I never knew you could play the piano too."

Kaylee lowered her head, hearing her uncle's words, and stopped the song. "It… it was ugly, right."

"No. It was beautiful."

"You said that because you know nothing about music."

"That's true." her annoying uncle deliberately didn't deny it made Kaylee put on a sullen face. "I'm just teasing you. Where's your sister?"

"She… she goes… to… the festival, I think." Kaylee didn't know what to say because she didn't know where Roxy was.

The amusing look on her uncle's face vanished the second he heard that. "That girl. I hope she didn't make a problem."

"She won't. She will be back at ten… I think."

"You think wrong, young lady. She would be back tomorrow morning. She loves creating trouble and make me look older than I am."

Kaylee gave a thin smile and stood up to her uncle. "I know my brother's feeling now. She's a pain in my ass."

Kaylee chuckled lightly, "Oh, please, uncle. We both know that you and papa adored her the most."

Pierre's footsteps stopped making Kaylee stop too. "No. We love you both equally. I don't have kids, and I already treat you like my own daughter. So don't ever feel like we have a favorite one."

"But… everyone looked up to her."

"Well, that's only because she's the oldest one." Pierre walked to the parking lot, followed by Kaylee. "To be honest, I prefer you. Do you want to be my adopted daughter?"

Kaylee laughed at that, and the two of them headed home while talking cheerfully.

Recalling her time in Barcelona with her uncle and sister made Kaylee, who had just woken up from sleep, smile gently.

Kaylee blinked a few times and glanced sideways where her desk clock was. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the clock. It was still showing the number five.

Ugh! Why did she wake up so early today?

Because she had already woken up, Kaylee got up and immediately took her phone to check her email. She sighed sadly when she didn't get a new email.

Maybe… her sister is too busy there, so she hasn't had time to check her email. After all, she just sent the email last night, so it's possible that her sister hasn't opened her mail inbox yet.

If it's five in the morning, that means it's around midnight in New York City.

Maybe her sister was asleep. Thought Kaylee.

Little did she know that her dear sister Roxy was still not sleeping because she decided to reveal the truth behind their switch places around nine years ago to Declan.

"I feel curious about this Black Moon guy, which makes my sister excited about telling a man she doesn't know. That was the first time I saw her so hyped up about a guy." continued Roxy with a slightly hoarse tone. "So… I tried to find out and peeked into your infirmary. And that's when I knew that the Black Moon that my sister meant was the unknown mister I met the year before."

"You still remember my face?"

"How could I not? I always draw your face in my sketchbook whenever I feel bored."

"That explains my faces on your book."

"Yeah. I think because of my sketchbook that my mother decided to use you. She knew you could bring me back, and her plan worked."

"She just wants to see you again."

Roxy shook her head as she couldn't believe her mother wished to see her... her real self. "Why do I feel you are siding with my mother?"

"I'm not. Go on. What happened after that?"

Roxy sighed in defeat, realizing Declan was trying to go back to her past story.

"And then…"

Roxy remembered her attitude had started to change towards her sister. She wasn't hostile towards her, but she avoided her sister as much as she could.

"Sister Roxy, did I do something wrong?" and yet, her sister managed to confront her early in the morning, where her uncle and aunt were still asleep.

"Why do you think like that?"

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Just your feeling." came her short reply before walking past her sister and downstairs to the kitchen.

"Roxy, I came here because I wanted to spend this summer break with you. But you left me in the hospital just to play with your friends here. And then… you're cold to me all of a sudden without telling me why."

"You also didn't tell me the reason when you accused me of snatching your man." Roxy immediately regretted her words the minute she said that hurtful words. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

Kaylee didn't answer, and her eyes started to get moist, but the teenage girl tried to hold back her tears.

"What do you want me to do now? You want me to go?"

Yes! I wish you're gone. That way, she could replace Kaylee's position to accompany the handsome mister.

"No." but she didn't have the heart to do it. "Would you like to take a walk with me? The weather today is very nice."

Kaylee's pair of black eyes lit up at that. "Of course I will! I'll get change first."

Like a child who had just been invited to play at the playground, Kaylee's behavior made Roxy feel guilty.

'Our sisterhood is that matters.'

Roxy knew Kaylee had sacrificed her feelings to make up with her, but… she couldn't. She couldn't sacrifice her feelings.

Since she met with that handsome mister, the man's face has never left her head. She even purposely stayed here for a year because she hoped to see the man again.

Almost every night, she came to the same bar and waited for the man to arrive without knowing that the handsome mister had decided to start a new business, so he kept himself busy at work instead of coming to the bar.