Page 162 of Perfect Pitch

That is until my mind is distracted by the wrong done to my parents by someone’s desire to stir up trouble for personal gain. Feeling a chill deep inside, I realize for the first time how precarious my personal privacy is now that I’m Beckett Miller’s daughter.

This was the edge of emotions my mother tried to protect me from all these years.

It’s not just my father who owes her an apology.

And I not only accept his fame, but I sought out my own.

I shudder at the implications that my life just became the world’s. Worse yet, does Mitch appreciate it?

Will he accept it?

* * *

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

APRIL

Today, I drove by a chapel and saw a bride in an Emily Freeman design. In my fantasies, I’ll be wearing one of her stunning gowns when I walk down the aisle.

The reality is all I need at my wedding is the person of my dreams. The rest is superfluous.

—Moore You Want

“Since you’ve been providing snippets of the music the whole time, Becks, we’ve been able to block the whole show.”

My father slumps in his chair. “Thank God.”

“You were worried? You shouldn’t be. The minute you told us your idea, we had the scriptwriters working.” Simon Houde stands as his young sons run into the room. The Tony Award-winning Broadway actor is easily as gorgeous as his older brother Marco even if he’s missing the darker edge the older man wears like his trademark suit.

“You did?” My father’s in shock.

“We had no doubt you’d get us the music, Becks. There was no harm in being ready. With the books done, and since you’ve been piecemealing music to us, we’ve been able to figure out where the new songs will fit.”

The woman sitting across from me—Tony Award-winning Broadway sensation Evangeline Brogan, who I’ve been staring at dumbstruck for the last twenty minutes—agrees. “There’s no reason we won’t hit opening curtain.”

Simon leans down. His two sons take it as an invitation and try to climb him like a tree. “Okay, monsters. Daddy and Aunt Linnie are trying to have a meeting.”

They attack Evangeline with as much force, which she basks in before they scamper off. “Why don’t you call Monty and see if he’s home yet? Then he can take your two and mine to the park?” Evangeline suggests.

Simon whips out his phone and begins texting.

Without thinking, I blurt out, “You have kids?”

She beams. “Two. Both girls. Drives my husband insane.”

My father snorts. “I’ve met your kids, Linnie. Monty’s going nuts because he knows they’re going to grow up just like you.”

“Wow. They must be exquisite.”

Evangeline glares at my father. “Austyn was obviously raised by her mother, Beckett. She has manners.”

My father flaps his hand in the air as if insulting Broadway’s hottest star means nothing to him. “Let’s get back to work so we all can enjoy the rest of our day.”

Simon sits back down. “Right. So, like I was saying, the book’s done. All we were waiting for was the final few songs.”

My father nods. “There’s one problem.”

Evangeline frowns. “What kind of problem?”

---