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.

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

like to learn from Stella's piano skills. Don't

me, "You can't

at me, their skepticism evident. The impostor wanted to expose

her. "How could I

and headed toward the piano. Atlas followed

when we reached

He looked reluctant to let me do

looked back at his handsome face,

Everyone followed us.

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

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