Selina massaged her forehead, murmuring, "The dizziness hasn't left me. Would you mind walking with me to the third-floor lounge for a break?"

“Of course," Kyson agreed promptly, not overthinking it.

The third floor boasted lounges for guests seeking a brief respite.

He walked with her to one of the Lounges. Observing Selina's soft features, Kyson recalled Lyndon's words. His lips parted to speak.

"Selina, you..."

He meant to question if she intended to trouble Rosalynn by requesting her to accompany her on the piano.

Yet, he paused, saying nothing.

It was finished. He'd best avoid dwelling on it.

"Kyson, what were you about to say?"

Selina noticed Kyson's unfinished thought.

Kyson diverted, "I wondered if you'd like me to call a doctor?"

“No need, thank you."

Seated, Selina faced Kyson and inquired, "Kyson, tell me, did your parents take offense because I asked Rosalynn to play the piano?"

Kyson was taken aback by her question.

After a pause, he admitted, “Dad and Mom held their peace, but..."

“But what?"

“Lyndon suggested you were making a mockery of Rosalynn deliberately."

At this, Selina exhaled a weary sigh and smiled ruefully.

"Do you think that of me too? My aim was merely to show your parents that Rosalynn and I could be cordial. I never anticipated being so misunderstood. It seems Lyndon harbors a significant misjudgment of me now."

Kyson remained silent, standing off to the side.