Beyond the Divorce

The proposal immediately garnered everyone's support, and they all chimed in, "Then let Ms. Stella grace us with a piece."

I glanced at the impostor, her innocent expression masking her malicious delight.

Even Celine joined in, "That's a splendid idea."

Of course, I knew the impostor was aware of my memory loss. How could I possibly play the piano?

The crowd quickly cleared a path to the piano. As I gazed at it, it seemed exactly like the one from my recurring dreams.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for me.

Atlas's hand on my waist tightened. I looked up at him, and he gazed back, saying, "Don't worry, I'll play for you. It's been a while since I played for you."

He must have wanted to shield me. He probably feared I couldn't do it.

be Stella's forte. Atlas once told me they won a

Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this for me,

me, "You can't

wanted

smiled at her. "How

I glanced at Atlas and headed toward the piano. Atlas followed behind me, surprised by my

touched the keys when we

reluctant to let me do it, but

at his handsome face, teasingly asking, "Take a

Everyone followed us.

gazed at the pristine keys, feeling like I was in a dream where

I'd falter, Atlas removed his jacket and handed it to Tristan who had been with us all along. He then sat gracefully beside me, and