The new piece was unlike anything Eileen had heard before. It began with a light, airy melody but quickly evolved into something faster and more intricate. Cesare's long fingers moved expertly over the keys, his delicate touch and fluid movements a striking contrast to the image of him wielding guns and swords.
Eileen watched him, mesmerized by the performance. She was completely absorbed in the beauty of Cesare's playing.
"You know, Cesare was never bad at anything from a young age. I didn't realize he could play the piano so well."
Startled, Eileen turned her head to the source of the soft voice filtering through the music. Leon, with his blue eyes that were so different from Cesare's, was looking at her with a warm smile.
"He really is a perfect younger brother, isn't he?"