Arabella Vanderbilt smiled faintly and walked over to sit down on the kang bed inside the room.
"And then?"
Her words were simple and detached, inquiring yet carrying a hint of sarcasm.
Jinna Martinez stared at her blankly, knowing full well the thick sarcasm from Arabella was mocking her for something.
It mocked her for all she had said about doing everything for her mother, for trying to prove herself, for wanting to make the best music, only to end up losing her song and failing to get it back.
In the end, she could only choose the most cowardly and helpless method of all.
And then?
What more 'and then' was there?
Jinna shook her head blankly, "I don't know, I really don't know what to do! What can I do all by myself? Juliana Vanderbilt has Blue Rhythm backing her, Wesley Wright has so many years of popularity and reputation. What do I have? What can I use to fight against them?"