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.

he investigated

fixed on her, a fervent

tender and determined visage, reminiscent of Alexis, called

to

played flawlessly, her foot no Longer hampered

beneath her touch, evoking a

Jarrod’s words surged through his consciousness, returning his memories to

his memories reclaimed in

by Rena’s piano performance, even his eyes

Elvira differently back then, Rena might not have

become a renowned pianist on the

only” held no

now was to

resonated, she slowly lowered

was hauntingly

&

er heartstrings.

her, his warm palms gently settling

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