Outside the manor, the rain pattered softly, while the bustling noise inside the hall faded away, leaving only the sound of Sylvan Cheney's piano.
He played a piece called "Stars."
In the center of the stage, Erin hadn't changed her outfit; the evening gown was heavy, but it didn't affect her performance as she danced her signature dance.
The diamond pendant of her earrings swayed back and forth with her movements; she was graceful, like a flying swallow.
Erin's heart was filled with joy; she enjoyed the feeling of making Sylvan Cheney yield to her.
Moreover, she was surprised to discover he could play the piano.
Indeed, his initial excuse was just a pretense.
A man who plays the piano is the hardest to resist; even while dancing, her gaze remained steadily on Sylvan Cheney.
Her heart was captivated.
Her eyes were full of tenderness and an uncontainable, intense emotion.
The man sitting straight at the piano had captured her soul, or perhaps she was simply intoxicated.
