Even if Isabel were to use sign language to claim she hadn't said that, how many would actually believe her?
Most importantly, among the assemblage, how many would comprehend sign language?
It seemed she was destined to endure humiliation here.
As expected, the crowd started whispering.
"What's the mute girl planning to perform?"
"Is she trying to catch Prince Victor's attention?"
"She's quite the manipulator, isn't she?"
Caught in a whirlwind of speculation and malice, Isabel felt increasingly uneasy. She clenched her hands tightly as embarrassment flooded over her.
What was she to do?
Just as despair seemed about to swallow her whole, she felt a hand on her shoulder and a soft voice whispered in her ear, "Sing the song you sang for me that night."
Turning around, Isabel saw And
