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.

Atlas once

to learn from Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this for me, okay? It's

to me, "You can't do

wanted to expose me, and everyone in the hall understood

"How could I

and headed toward the piano.

gently touched the keys when we reached the piano, feeling a

looked reluctant to let me do it, but he still whispered, "Can you

looked back at his handsome face, teasingly asking,

Everyone followed us.

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

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