Chapter 87

Dominic’s pov ; Coming out of the recording studio, I glanced at Sophie. Her little face was flushed, her excitement palpable as she walked beside me. “Sir, I learned a lot today,” she said, her voice light and cheerful. “The teacher even praised me for my good voice.” I reached out, rubbing her head gently. “Yeah, not bad.” Not bad at all. The little girl’s voice was ethereal, clean, and pleasant—a sound that lingered in the air, pure and untainted. It suited her. “Sir,” she continued, her eyes bright, “I’m more confident now about the campus beauty contest next week. I must strive to get the 20,000 pounds prize.” Twenty thousand pounds? She was so excited about such a meager sum. Just renting a recording studio for her today had cost more than that. Still, her enthusiasm was genuine, and if it made her happy, I wouldn’t say anything to dampen her spirits. “When is the competition?” I asked. “Next Tuesday! Sir, will you come over then?” I shook my head, rejecting her request without a