"I can tell Charles really cares about you, Janet. You need to hold on to him," Samantha said with a playful wink. Her alluring eyes sparkled with sincere blessings, but for some reason, Janet felt a wave of unease wash over her.
Why does it feel like… I might lose him someday?
Just as her gaze drifted to the crystal-clear reflection in her glass, a gentle piano melody began to float from somewhere above. Janet turned in surprise at the same time as Samantha let out a soft gasp.
Angela had sat down at the grand piano in the center of the hall, Maisy nestled quietly in her arms. Her fingers moved across the keys with graceful precision, and the notes that flowed from her fingertips were like a melody from the heavens—ethereal, dreamlike, and utterly beautiful.
