CHAPTER 40

Valerie's POV

There stands Christine Moore.

My favorite guitarist.

My jaws drop open fully and I turn to meet Ryan's gaze. He is smiling proudly and I find myself running into his arms.

We are out of the car already. I couldn't believe my eyes so I had to come down quickly to be sure I am not seeing something wrong.

Christine stands there gracefully, looking extremely handsome in a black cotton jacket on a white purple shirt. He is also wearing a pair of blue purple trousers with a brown leather belt.

He is wearing matching black sneakers too. He has short wavy black hair that fits his entire outfit as he slides the guitar across his body.

I realize I am still in Ryan's arms and I quickly disengage from the hug, a chuckle leaving my mouth.

I have no idea how Ryan got to know about Christine and how much I love his songs but I appreciate whatever effort he has made to bring Christine here.

I have always seen him on TV. When my father's business was still doing well, Brenda, Fred, and I