Eleanor gestured toward the piano with an air of mysterious allure.
Robert’s eyes followed her pointed finger to the enigmatic instrument.
“Stay here, don’t move,” Eleanor instructed him, her voice both commanding and tender. She then walked to the piano with a purposeful stride.
Seated at the piano, she lifted the sleek, clear cover, revealing the pristine black and white keys beneath.
The faint starlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the piano and cascading over Eleanor’s slender frame. In that moment, she appeared even more enchanting than the moonlight itself.
Eleanor's slender fingers caressed the piano keys with graceful movements, striking the first note with effortless elegance.
Robert remained rooted to the spot, his gaze unwavering as he watched Eleanor at the piano. His eyes, deep and focused, were entirely captivated by her presence.