Chapter 163

On the other end, Holt sounded more excited than I had ever heard him.

"That's wonderful! Let's meet-name the time and place!"

After hanging up the phone with Holt, I moved swiftly to get ready.

I washed up, changed into something more presentable, and headed out, determined to be punctual for our meeting.

Holt lived in an affluent part of town, and it showed as soon as I entered the villa area.

icured lawns stretched wide in every direction, with lush gardens lining the cobblestone paths.

The trees were trimmed to perfection, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight as if each was handpicked.

The houses, or rather mansions, were more akin to private estates, each with tall iron gates and elaborate facades.

Holt's villa was no different-an elegant white structure with grand columns at the entrance and towering windows that hinted at the opulence inside.

When I arrived, a maid welcomed me and guided me through the marble hallways, the sound of her footsteps soft against the polished floors.

Every corner of the house radiated wealth-ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and expensive art adorned the walls.

the living room, where Holt was sitting with a book

rose when he saw me, his

gesturing toward the piano room. "Shall we?" His voice had a certain anticipation to it, like someone waiting for something extraordinary. "Yes, of course," I

doors, and I found myself in front of a grand piano that

sleek black surface polished to

clearly worth a fortune-possibly a rare make, judging by its flawless

a seat at the piano bench, I ran my fingers across

was rich, resonant, as if the piano itself was

deep breath and let the familiar

to play, I could sense Holt

as the notes filled the room, and I saw him close his eyes, allowing the music

played with precision but also with the depth of emotion I had been carrying for

had been through, every pain and joy. The melody wove itself into something"

hung in the air for a long

shock,

stunned, his eyes slightly misty. He blinked rapidly, composing himself,

piece to life like you just did. I've had countless pianists come and try,

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surge of pride but remained composed. "Thank you. It means a

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