Chapter 1435

The hall was cloaked in soft shadows, and the light was only focused on Maeve. A streak of red caught Sergio's eye. The crimson gown on Maeve was bold and unapologetic. On anyone else, it might have seemed too much—but on her, it felt inevitable, as if it were made just for this moment. It seemed like it was her first time attending an event like this, as her face carried a touch of shy innocence. In that instant, Sergio couldn't look away. Maeve's delicate features, the grace in her every movement, the unearthly air about her—it all made sense. She embodied perfection as if she'd stepped out of a dream. She seemed like she deserved every beautiful word ever spoken. The thought hit him hard, and with it, a sharp and unfamiliar ache bloomed in his chest. His hand instinctively drifted to his heart, as if his heart didn't belong to himself anymore. "Thank you all for coming to celebrate my 18th birthday. I've prepared a piano piece for you guys. I'm not very good, but I hope you