Sing For Me by Grace Trisha

Author:Grace, Trisha [Grace, Trisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Chloe exhaled heavily as she and Christopher made their way toward the restaurant.

“What’s wrong? Did your … mother say something to upset you?”

Her mother never failed to do so, but she smiled and shook her head. “Who cares. Thanks to you, my birth certificate is on the way, and I’ll be able to get my passport expedited. All is well again.”

He grinned.

Standing outside the long glass doors with wooden frames, Chloe looked into the restaurant, then down at her own clothes. “Maybe we should just have dinner elsewhere. I don’t think we’re dressed right. They’re all wearing suits and dresses.”

“I promised to have dinner with him.” He smiled at the waiter, who opened the door. “I’m Christopher Hunter, Mr.—”

“Ah! Yes, my manager has informed us.” The waiter signaled to another person, who was wearing a black suit instead of a uniform. “I’ll take your girlfriend to the table, and my manager will be with you in a second.”

Chloe looked over at Christopher. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” Christopher said.

Chloe frowned and looked between the manager and Christopher.

“Don’t worry.”

She nodded and followed the waiter to a table in the corner of the restaurant. She glanced over her shoulders, trying to see where Christopher was going.

“Mr. Staton said to order anything you like.” The waiter handed her a menu with a smile, then turned and left.

She placed the menu down and twisted to the side, scanning the restaurant. She found Christopher at the other end of the restaurant, pacing behind the piano placed right next to an ensemble of musicians. As he walked up and down the side of the piano, his hand moved up and down in front of his chest.

He always did that whenever he was running through a tune in his head.

For a moment, it felt as if she were watching him audition for the singing competition.

Her lips curled as she recalled how she held her breath while she waited for the judges’ reactions. She knew, from the very moment he opened his mouth, that he would win the competition.

But why was he doing that now?

She turned back to the table. The table was only set for two, so they weren’t joining Eric Staton for dinner.

Pursing her lips, she looked at Christopher again. He was still drawing circles in the air.

He’s definitely running a tune in his head.

She continued watching him as he stopped pacing and entered a discussion with the pianist.

After a couple of minutes, he smiled politely at the pianist, shook his hand, and made his way toward her.

The restaurant manager intercepted halfway through and mumbled something to Christopher before handing him a microphone.

Is he going to sing? “Chris,” she said when he pulled out his chair, all the while staring at the microphone he was holding. “Did you promise you’ll sing for Mr. Staton? Was that why he gave you the card?”

As much as she believed he would sing again, she wasn’t sure if he could sing right now—under pressure.

“I don’t have to sing … if I can’t.

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