In the Red Moon Pack's Concert Hall, Ophelia stood before the stage, soon to be used for a charity concert. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her smile was radiant, bright enough to illuminate the darkness around her, like a shard of sunlight piercing through the night.
"Are you satisfied?" Waldo's voice came softly from beside her, deep and full of a magnetic pull.
Ophelia turned to him, her eyes gleaming like stars. Her smile was flirtatious, and she raised an eyebrow, asking, "Have I ever not been satisfied by you?"
Her words softened the hard lines of Waldo's face. In that moment, his usually stern expression melted into something tender, and the warmth in his gaze lingered.
"I'm going to test the sound," Ophelia said with a playful tone, walking gracefully to the stage. She gave him one last dazzling smile before sitting at the grand white piano. With a mischievous press, a clear, crystalline note echoed through the hall.
