The last note faded into the air, leaving a lingering echo of bittersweet beauty. Alex finished with a flourish, a hint of pride coloring his cheeks. Silveria stood beside him, her eyes shining with a mixture of awe and something deeper, a tenderness that made his heart skip a beat.
"That was beautiful, Alex," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "I didn't know you could play."
He shrugged, a touch embarrassed. "Just an old memory, sparked by seeing the piano."
A playful glint entered her eyes. "Well, one memory deserves another, don't you think?" She walked towards a curio cabinet tucked away in a corner of the room. Reaching inside, she produced a delicate music box, its polished wood inlaid with a swirling pattern of mother-of-pearl.