NovelEnglishAfter parking his car, he entered the establishment and was greeted by the melodic notes of a piano.
In the very next moment, Waylen’s eyes fell upon Rena.
She was dressed in an elegant white gown, engrossed in playing an aged piano.
Her radiance mirrored the beauty he had witnessed the first time she graced him with a performance.
With a gentle clench of his fist, Waylen felt a fleeting sense of unease.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt wasn’t because the piano produced a subpar sound; rather, he sensed that Rena was struggling. Her playing did not possess the same level of proficiency as before.
Perhaps she had not fully recovered, he speculated.
As Rena concluded her performance, he softly called out to her, “Rena!”
At the sound of his voice, Rena’s body froze momentarily.
However, she composed herself and turned her head, maintaining an air of calmness.
“Mr. Fowler?” Her tone was courteous, as if she were addressing an ordinary acquaintance.
Waylen surveyed his surroundings.
He found himself surrounded by mostly elderly people, their hair now turned white, all casting curious gazes in his direction.
Waylen, speaking with a gentle tone, expressed, “May I have a moment alone with you?”
Finally, Rena obliged and led him to the tea room.
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Inside a quaint wooden cottage, a grand French window adorned with an abundance of blooming flowers and lush plants caught their attention.
With a dignified presence, Waylen settled into his seat.
Rena gracefully poured a cup of tea for him and casually remarked, “We don’t have fine coffee or wine here. Black tea is our finest offering. Please make do with it.”
Waylen’s purpose for being here extended beyond the realms of tea; such matters did not concer him.
Seated across from each other, the warmth of the black tea enveloped their surroundings.
Waylen initiated the conversation, inquiring, “How are you doing?”
Rena lowered her gaze, delicately sipping the black tea, After a prolonged moment, she responded softly, “Not bad, Quite well, actually.”
From his pocket, Waylen retrieved a letter,
Rena recognized it as the invitation she had discarded, inviting her to attend the prestigious music school in Flirean, How could it now be in Waylen’s possession?
Waylen gently tapped the envelope with his fingers.
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