Leonel crossed the room to shut the door.

Upon his return, Alexis leaned against the piano, sipping her coffee.

The piano was the precious Louis XII that Waylen had gifted Rena, and now Rena seldom touched it; it was almost always Alexis who played it.

Her slender form exuded an effortless grace as she rested there.

As Leonel drew nearer, he spoke in hushed tones.