Chapter 9 - The Symphony of RecoveryOne year later.
The Chicago Symphony Center was filled to capacity. Golden chandeliers sparkled over an audience of distinguished musicians, doctors, former hospital patients, and music critics.
In the center of the grand backstage dressing room, Rowan stood wearing a sharp, elegant black tuxedo. His legs were fully healed, requiring no braces or cane.
Harper entered the room wearing an exquisite emerald green silk gown, her dark hair styled in elegant waves. She looked radiant, a far cry from the exhausted, guarded nurse in blue scrubs.
Rowan walked over to her, pulling her close into his arms and kissing her deeply.
“Are you nervous?” Harper asked softly, brushing a dark lock of hair from his forehead.
“Not anymore,” Rowan smiled, taking her hand and placing it over his chest. “My heart has been steady ever since the night you put those headphones on me.”
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The stage manager knocked on the door. “Five minutes to stage, Mr. Cade.”
Rowan took Harper’s hand, leading her out to the wings. Before stepping onto the lit stage, he turned to her. “This entire performance belongs to you, Harper.”
