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 her

fixed on her, a fervent

reminiscent

Rena’s fingers began to dance upon the

flawlessly, her foot no

effortlessly beneath her touch, evoking

drifted into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged through his consciousness, returning

Waylen, his memories

Rena’s piano performance, even his eyes blazed

differently back then, Rena might not

now, she could have become a renowned pianist on the

“if only” held no place in

now was

final note resonated, she slowly lowered her hands, her heart heavy with

sensation was hauntingly familiar, tugging

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