The waiter who was playing moved aside, standing to the side, as Fiona Schmidt sat down and thought for a moment before pressing the first piano key.
She played Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik, and the melodious music flowed from her fingertips, perfectly suited for tonight's night scene, as if the music blended with the starlit sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling window.
With starlight as the backdrop, the woman was dressed in a white long gown, her long hair draped over her shoulders, the soft light cast on her body like a fairy mistakenly entering the mortal world, seemingly not meant to exist in this world and could vanish at any time…
Lewis Holmes watched this scene, his brows slightly furrowed before he chuckled softly, not understanding why he had such a thought. He sighed, focused on the woman's silhouette, emotions surging like waves.
He raised his hand towards the distance, then stood up. When Fiona finished playing and walked back, he slowly approached her—
