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.

once told me they won

to learn from Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this for

paused, then turned to me, "You can't do it, can

skepticism evident. The impostor wanted

smiled at her. "How could I disappoint

the piano. Atlas

we reached the piano,

stood close. He looked reluctant to let me do it, but he

back at his handsome face, teasingly asking, "Take

Everyone followed us.

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

to Tristan who had been with us all along. He then sat gracefully beside me, and we exchanged a magical