Silverstein took a deep breath, his fingers hovering gracefully over the piano keys. As he pressed down, the notes flowed effortlessly, filling the grand library with a melody both soothing and heart-touching. The instrumental introduction was an unexpected blend of jazz and classical elegance, a piece that spoke to the soul. Time itself seemed to slow, the walls of the room fading as only the music and its players remained.
With masterful fingers and a voice that could melt stone, Silverstein breathed life into the piano. His voice, low and rich as velvet, wrapped around the room like a spell, its sound far different from his usual tone when he spoke. Alexandra was captivated, as if she had entered a trance. Her entire world was reduced to this moment—just the piano, the man playing it, and the song that stirred something deep inside her.
