"Alexander, do I mean so little to you that you can't even look at me?" Bailey stared at him longingly and spoke out her true feelings. "You had your eyes on Sophia before. Now you set your sights on this harpist. How could these ordinary people possibly compare to me? You're fully aware of my prominent family's background. I adore you so much, but why can't you see me? At least try to give me a chance."
Bailey inched closer towards him, with jealousy and stubbornness on her face. She tiptoed and leaned in for a kiss she had desired for the longest time.
To her utter dismay, Alexander frowned and turned his head away. There was coldness in his eyes. It was obvious he didn't care about her.
Eavesdropping from inside the dressing room, Sophia felt deeply unsettled by Bailey's confession of love. She couldn't help but peek outside through the crack of the door and see what they were doing.
