"I'm fine," Leah said softly, lifting her head.
She stood there, her already exquisite face displaying a hint of sickness, a touch of restrained vulnerability. She looked at Ms. Jones and Hansen. "Since Amy is so eager to perform with me, I'll accompany her."
As she spoke, she lowered her gaze, appearing somewhat fragile.
Ms. Jones noticed something amiss. "Leah, you seem genuinely unwell. Perhaps we should skip today."
But Amy wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. "Ms. Jones, Leah doesn't seem physically unwell. It's probably just nerves."
Diana was about to speak, but she noticed Leah's hand, held by Amy, squeezing it slightly. She hesitated, keeping her words to herself.
Leah stood there, sounding somewhat resigned. "I am feeling a bit unwell, but I can still play the pi
