Chapter 3 - Adrian’s AwakeningThe conductor’s expression shifted instantly from polite boredom to utter, staggering disbelief. He looked past my shoulder, his eyes widening as he stared directly at billionaire Adrian Vale, who stood near the VIP lounge.
The first violin note floated softly through the cavernous ballroom, carrying the melancholic, intricate rhythm of Rose’s secret melody.
Adrian froze dead in his tracks. His champagne glass stopped midway to his mouth, the liquid sloshing over the rim.
Unbothered by the frozen crowd, Lucia placed her worn stuffed rabbit beside my feet, stepped gracefully into the center of the floor, and began the precise choreography my mother had taught me when I was a child. One step. A delicate turn. Then, the signature fluid movement Rose always called the falling star.
Across the ballroom, an elderly woman standing beside Adrian suddenly gasped, clutching her chest as if she had been struck. Adrian whispered something urgent to her, and the old woman’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a cry.
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Celeste’s arrogant smile vanished entirely. "What is happening?" she demanded, looking around in frantic confusion. "Why are they playing that ridiculous song?"
Adrian ignored her completely, setting his glass down with a sharp clink and walking directly toward me with long, purposeful strides.
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