"Thomas, Seraphina is here," Michael announced. Thomas turned around, his deep, ink-black eyes landing on the young woman before him. A faint tremor ran through his heart as a subtle yet undeniable sense of familiarity welled up within him. It was an odd, inexplicable feeling—unexpected but not unwelcome. His perfectly chiseled, almost otherworldly features softened slightly, and the sharpness in his gaze melted into a gentler light. In his low, magnetic voice, now tinged with warmth, he said, "Shall we give it a go?" His eyes briefly glanced at the piano nearby. "Alright," Seraphina replied without hesitation. Michael stared at Thomas in disbelief. When had this man ever spoken so gently to anyone? Could it be that Thomas was swayed by her beauty? Seraphina seated herself at the piano without even looking at the sheet music. Closing her eyes, she began to play. Not a single note was out of place, though her tempo was slightly faster than ideal. However, the discrepancy was so subtle that only a trained ear could detect it. As the final note resonated in the room, those present exchanged admiring glances. When the last pause hung in the air, Thomas opened his eyes. His typically cold tone softened again when he met Seraphina's gaze. "You were half a beat too fast. Adjust it during the performance." "Understood," Seraphina replied obediently. Michael smiled. "That was amazing, Seraphina. You must be one of Thomas' most devoted fans. You've clearly practiced this piece a lot." "This was my first time playing it," Seraphina replied honestly, rendering Michael and everyone else stupefied. "First time?" Michael's voice rose an octave in disbelief. She's bluffing! he thought. There's no way this was her first time playing it. Did she memorize the sheet music instantly? And then play it with such precision? "Yes. I'd never seen the score before you handed it to me," Seraphina explained calmly. Looking into her clear, unflinching eyes, Michael felt dumbfounded. "You memorized the whole thing in that short amount of time?" Seraphina nodded. The room filled with murmurs of astonishment. Her memory and talent were extraordinary. If she pursued a career in music, she could undoubtedly become a world-class pianist. When the guest performances concluded, Thomas returned to the stage. Seraphina stood in a quiet corner backstage, watching the performance. The stadium erupted in cheers and screams at his appearance, shaking the entire venue. As the stage lights dimmed and Thomas' deep, magnetic voice filled the air, the crowd instantly fell silent. Every listener hung on to each note, captivated by the almost hypnotic allure of his singing. It was Seraphina's first time hearing Thomas sing. The melody struck a strange chord within her, like a faint echo from a distant memory buried deep in her mind. Though vague and unclear, it felt familiar. Perhaps, in her previous life, she had heard his songs and forgotten about them. "Seraphina, there you are! It's time for you to get ready; you'll be on stage soon," a staff member said, pulling her away. "Do you have a mask?" Seraphina suddenly asked. Milo overheard and immediately felt a foreboding sense of dread. "Darling, what are you planning? Don't tell me it's what I think it is. Oh, if it is, that's just terrible!" "Exactly what you think," Seraphina replied with a faint smile. "Oh my God! Honey, your face is too beautiful to hide. Covering it up would be a crime," Milo pleaded dramatically. The sight of the packed stadium had triggered Seraphina's wariness. The Whitewood Family hadn't fallen yet, and the debts from her past life remained unpaid. Drawing attention to herself now could complicate her plans in the future.