She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 84

Checking the time, Loyce handed the sheet music and the hair clip to the maid. “Take the score to my room. And this clip. Sybil must’ve dropped it. Give it back to her.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Loyce left the library. Moments later, a man in a cap wandered in, looking around the empty room, puzzled. “Weird… I swear I heard piano coming from here. Where’d Sybil go?”

Sybil, meanwhile, had been waiting in the sitting room, checking the clock again and again. The guard at the gate said Logan had already arrived, so why hadn’t he come in? Was he lost?

Unease prickled under her skin. She went out to look and ran into the maid carrying sheet music.

Sybil stopped her. “Did you see Director Logan Ludlow on the way?”

“No, ma’am.” The maid shook her head. “I’m coming from the library. This is something Miss Loyce asked me to give you.”

Sybil took her hair clip. She shoved it into her pocket without thinking and hurried off. She found Logan in the corridor outside the library and forced a bright smile. “Mr. Ludlow!”

Logan turned, smiling. “Sybil! I was looking for you. Why’d you rush off so fast?”

Sybil blinked. Rush off? She hadn’t left the sitting room.

Before she could ask, Logan’s expression warmed with approval. “You finally proved your musical talent to me. You really do have Morris’s touch. Every issue I pointed out in my email—you fixed them all. And the changes you made in the first half are brilliant. That’s exactly the effect I wanted.”

Sybil’s lashes trembled. The smile slid right off her lips.

What was he talking about? She hadn’t touched the piano today. She’d been up early getting dressed, preparing to receive him. Who had played? Who had revised the melody and let Logan hear it?

But when she saw the admiration in his eyes, the explanation lodged in her throat.

Logan took off his hat, still praising her. “Stick with today’s direction and finish the full revision. I’ll have someone write lyrics. This will be perfect for the opening credits.”

“By the way,” he added, pulling out a notebook, “do you have a complete score for that theme? I want to jot down the main melody now. It’s addictive!”

Sybil’s gaze slid past his shoulder toward the library. The maid’s casual comment came back to her. Could it have been Loyce?

“The score… is still being revised,” Sybil said softly, throat tight. “Some details need work. It’s not ready yet.”

“That’s fine,” Logan said, patting her shoulder. “Even the rough shape is stunning. Send the full version to my email next week, deal?”

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