Her piano skills were subpar, but her singing was decent enough to make up for it.
Yvonne hesitated for a moment before her slender fingers rested on the black and white keys.
It had been a long time since she'd touched a piano. She had never really learned properly, and now she'd forgotten almost everything. The only piece she could still remember was probably 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.'
That was the song Bennett had taught her, her hands resting on his as they played together in rhythm.
Yvonne lowered her gaze, her fingers pressing the keys from memory.
After the intro, she began to sing.
It wasn't a complex piece, but Yvonne's clear voice had an ethereal quality that captivated the audience.
From the moment the intro began, Bennett's eyes were fixed on Yvonne, his gaze deep and unreadable.
"Bennett." Yolanda felt a sudden, inexplicable panic seeing him watch Yvonne. She called his name softly, but he seemed not to hear, his gaze locked on the woman by the piano.
When the song ended, Yvonne stood up, placed a hand over her heart, and bowed to the audience.
Applause erupted again, a clear sign of their approval.
Amidst the applause, Yvonne gracefully walked off the stage.
"You always seem to have a surprise up your sleeve," Thomas said with a smile, walking over and handing her a glass of wine.
Yvonne accepted it with a smile. "You're too kind, Mr. Taylor."


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