Chapter 89-incredibly adorable

Cecilia's  POV

As those words were uttered, the spirits of the audience suddenly came alive, and the applause grew noticeably warmer. In the midst of the cheers, Mechelle guided me to the side of the stage. 

The curtains drew back to reveal Karl seated at the grand piano with Monica standing by his side at a close distance, her violin poised gracefully on her shoulder. 

The stage spotlights illuminated the two of them, with Monica in a figure-hugging black gown, her curly hair elegantly tied up, exuding a dazzling and aloof aura like a black swan. 

I blinked my eyelashes lightly. 

One in black, the other in white, their entrance immediately captured everyone's attention, unmistakably eye-catching.

Karl raised his wrist and began the prelude, the piano notes flowing gracefully from his fingertips, carrying a sense of melancholy.