Luna…
Cecilia Nathan froze for a moment. When she looked up, her gaze met Damian Hawthorne's meaningful eyes.
His scrutinizing gaze seemed to want to see into the depths of Cecilia's soul.
Cecilia's heart lurched violently.
Damian Hawthorne's lips curled into a playful smile. Backlit, his tall, slender figure stood out.
"Luna… Is she someone to you?" Cecilia asked.
Damian Hawthorne's features were exquisite. His long lashes concealed the emotion in his eyes. "Someone very important from my past."
He clearly didn't want to say more.
Coincidentally, Cecilia didn't want to ask, either.
Damian Hawthorne walked over to a cabinet, opened the door, and took something out from inside.
When she saw the exquisite violin case, Cecilia's eyes lit up.
She always got excited whenever she saw a fine instrument.
It was a feeling that was in her blood.
Damian Hawthorne placed the case on the desk, opened it, and a beautiful, reddish-brown violin was revealed.
