Sophia's finger gently pressed the keys of the piano and the chilling music from the high note key accompany her parent's expression that went so stiff as though it had been carved out from stone. It was clear to see how surprised they were, the shock, the disbelief and it took them a while to snap out of it as her father was the first to rushed toward her side and held her shoulders.
He looked even happier than the time he saw her alive after being in a threatening danger.
"Did you really see someone whose face similar to the painting, Sophie? The same face?" The man asked again twice as if so his words wouldn't be mistaken.
"I know what I have seen father, didn't you see her as well?" Sophia asked but Mr Catalan seemed to staggered.
"No, do I know her?" He asked.
"The woman who had saved me from the attack, remember?" Elle asked but the man seemed to frown.
