Rebirth: We Split Ways.. novel Chapter 42

It was her.

The captivating woman on the rooftop.

Andrew froze in his tracks.

Her tone echoed throughout the bar, singing the renowned ballad "Young and Beautiful."

She sat gracefully on a stool, a spotlight illuminating her radiant face, her dark hair swaying, lips moving, transporting the audience through time with her melodious voice.

The song resonated in Andrew’s ears, triggering a vivid memory of Penelope crying on the balcony.

That evening, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes glistened with tears. A poignant beauty washed over her countenance, deeply touching those who saw her.

His thoughts wandered farther and farther away, drifting into distant memories and contemplations.

"Darling, it's too emotional; I'm almost in tears! Sing something upbeat!" called Megan from below.

Penelope winked at her friend below, "Got it, I'll change it up."

She then sang "Les Champs-Elysées."

Her performance was lively and spirited, her dancing feet and infectious smile captivating the audience and lifting their spirits. Everyone joined in, their smiles creating an unprecedented atmosphere.

The lyrics exuded a playful charm, while the song's style was light-hearted and liberating. It compelled listeners to sway with its infectious melody, evoking feelings of healing and joy. The crowd below, joining in the chorus, erupted into laughter. The ambiance in the venue reached an unparalleled high, filled with warmth and delight.

Suddenly, Andrew envisioned himself walking hand in hand with Penelope down a tree-lined avenue in France.

He was utterly enchanted by Penelope,

Never having encountered such a multifaceted, soul-stirring beauty.

A voice inside him insisted,

"Andrew! She's the one!

The radiant goddess who's captured your heart!

After leaving the individual with Warren’s group, they hurried out, eager to catch a glimpse of the goddess.

However, she realized that the individuals on the stage had shifted, and as she scanned the area for the goddess's figure, she discovered that she had already departed.

The desire to see Penelope once more intensified within her.

Andrew immediately called his assistant, urgency in his voice. "Locate a woman named Penelope in Seattle for me."

…

Early the next morning.

The assistant gently pushed open the door to Penelope’s office.

"Miss Reed, someone downstairs has sent 999 large bouquets, insisting you collect them personally."

Penelope looked up, momentarily surprised by the unexpected gesture.