Lianne tilted her face up. "First you like it, now you don't. You're so fickle."
Seth Sinclair gave a lazy smile. "If you like it, I like it."
'Do I like it?'
'Probably not.'
She hadn't started playing the cello out of her own desire, and she rarely stopped to think about whether she actually liked it or not.
"The story of her and my dad falling in love is a bit like the Butterfly Lovers."
Having to create a fake identity to avoid being discovered, leaving her and her father to see her grandmother one last time, only to be forcibly sent abroad by her grandfather... Lianne could actually understand that Talia Kensington's hands had been tied.
The problem was, she was too understanding, too good at seeing things from others' perspectives. She often ignored her own feelings, so when they finally crumbled, it was a complete and utter collapse.
