Rena felt a flutter of flattery at his words.

The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure she had longed to witness in person.

She pursed her lips and seated herself before the instrument, her slender fingers poised above the ebony and ivory keys.

Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of longing.

“I’d Like to hear the Moonlight Sonata.

Her eyes were suffused with mist, and Rena looked sideways at him.

Her heart skipped a beat.

That same feeling surged again!

How did Waylen seem to know her so intimately?

Doubt crept in.

investigated her

her, a fervent desire

tender and determined visage, reminiscent of

to dance upon

played flawlessly, her foot no Longer hampered by

touch, evoking a profound sense of

drifted into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged through his

his

even his eyes blazed with

had handled Elvira differently back then, Rena might not have suffered regrets and lost

now, she could have become a renowned pianist on the world

held no place

he desired now was to

resonated, she slowly lowered her hands, her heart heavy

the sensation was hauntingly familiar, tugging at

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er heartstrings.

his warm palms gently settling on her

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