True Love Waits

"Hello? Sheffield, are you still there?" Evelyn asked softly when Sheffield didn't answer.

He came back to his senses and took a deep breath before replying, "It doesn't matter, Evelyn. Just go ahead with your own business." Without waiting for her answer, he hung up.

Evelyn stared blankly at her phone. 'What's wrong with him? He is being really weird,' she wondered with a frown.

It was ten minutes to seven o'clock, and three-fourths of the hall was filled with audience. Behind the music hall, Sheffield leaned against the wall and continued to smoke his cigarettes, one after the other. When he was done with the last one, he took a few puffs and stubbed it out before striding into the hall.

His seat was in the middle of the third row. The seats around him were filled, except the two in the middle.

He fixed his eyes on the first row. In the dead-center of the first row was a woman in a beautiful white dress, along with a man in a black tux.

There were several reporters not too far away from Calvert and Evelyn. The two of them were continuously being photographed.

The concert began at seven o'clock sharp. Jimmy, the piano maestro, stepped onto the stage and the hall fell silent at once.

Evelyn's heart was not in the music. She couldn't help but reach for her phone. Sheffield had sounded rather weird when they had spoken earlier. She wanted to text him to check what was going on. "Evelyn, what's wrong?" Calvert leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

They were so close that from where Sheffield sat, it looked like they were having an intimate moment. His heart stung.

Evelyn put her phone away. She distanced herself from Calvert and said coldly, "Nothing."

"Mm-hmm."

After his performance, Jimmy announced, "We have a special program for you, while I take a small break. Enjoy the show, ladies and gentleman!"

Evelyn was lost in her own thoughts when Calvert stood up from his seat. Under everyone's confused gaze, he walked onto the stage and shook hands with Jimmy. After sharing a few words with him, the pianist walked off the stage and Calvert took his seat in front of the piano.

to do?' Evelyn thought, frowning.

placed his

cannot believe that he is playing a Moritz Moszkowski etude! This is

like a real prince, playing the piano

eyes for only one person. He showed

Calvert's performance, a mocking smile flashed in

a warm applause. He took the microphone in his hand and slowly walked towards the woman in the front row. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have

stood in

he grabbed her hand and brought her to the stage, to stand under the watchful

audience erupted in

round blue light which fell

since the day I met you. I can't live without you. So, today I ask you..." Despite Evelyn's reluctance

Sheffield

box to reveal a ring with a huge

those in the crowd who didn't know much about gems could tell that it

I love you. Please marry me." His confession was

God! The prince and

"This is so romantic."

would happen. With a poker face, she stared at Calvert, who was still on one knee in front of her. Any woman would be touched by a proposal like this; she would cry and fall into the man's arms. But Evelyn was scared and somewhat annoyed. The irony of this whole situation was that Calvert used an aquamarine

silence in the hall because of Evelyn's cold reaction. At that moment, another man stood

wearing a white suit, with sparkling white teeth and smiling eyes under his bushy eyebrows. He stepped onto the stage as the silent

occurred to Evelyn that Sheffield would be at the concert. 'Who did he come with?' she wondered in surprise. 'Did he come with

spoke over the microphone. "I wish to

told you there was something wrong with the Moritz Moszkowski etude that Calvert Ji played,