I looked up. Benedict stood in the doorway. He was still holding the shawl that Charlotte had dropped in his hand.
Charlotte instantly changed her face. She jumped into his arms, sobbing.
“Benedict, my sister, she's going to beat me.”
I looked at his arm around Charlotte’s hand, tightly. I also looked at the dislike of me in his eyes. I suddenly felt incomparably ridiculous.
When they left, I clearly heard Charlotte whisper in his ear, “Look, their mom and daughter are all the same.”
On the opening day of the resort that Benedict gave to Charlotte, my dad coldly ordered me to attend.
“You were so out of sorts at the banquet that day. Go play a song today.”
His tone was undeniable to me. “Don't embarrass the Winifred Family.”
I sat in front of the piano. My fingers mechanically dance on the keys. In the afterglow, Charlotte's eyes glanced my way from time to time.
As soon as the last note fell, there was a loud ‘bang’ sound. The piano cover smashed down without warning. In an instant, my heart-wrenching pain came from my ten fingers.
“Ah--”
I hurt so much that my eyes went black. I instinctively looked toward Benedict, who was not far away.