Elara went silent again as she pondered his words.
If you don't like it, we can leave.
Why did that sound as if he had done something for her and was asking for her opinion about it?
She wanted to ask, but the words stopped halfway.
What if she was misunderstanding everything? What if this was completely different from what he intended? Then she would only look like someone who thought too much of herself.
Adrian tore his gaze away from her and slowly walked toward one of the pianos. His fingers touched a key gently, letting the note echo in the hall. "You used to like places like this, didn't you?" he asked calmly, his attention still on the instrument.
Elara remained where she was tugging at the hem of her top uncomfortably.
That already explained it. He actually...
She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to keep a straight face. "So you're building a music hall," she paused for a small second, picking her words carefully. "For me."
