He had tried to hypnotize himself, repeating over and over not to disturb her, that they were over. Yet the moment he saw her, those resolutions always turned to dust.
'What should I do? I can't stop myself from wanting to bother her. I just want her to glance at me with those languid eyes, to see a flicker of my existence in them…'
Just as Leona Grant was lost in thought, thunderous applause erupted around him.
Annabelle Linton rose from beside the white grand piano and gave an elegant bow.
Someone nearby started whispering.
"She played so beautifully. A true socialite, just as you'd expect."
"I think she made it to the finals of the International Chopin Piano Competition once. My little sister was in it that year too, that's how I remember her. It's incredibly difficult to get a spot. Anyone who makes it to the finals is exceptional. Do you have any idea how many years my sister had to practice just to qualify?"
"How many?"
