Zora's Point of View.

The surrounding murmurs hushed to whispers, then silence, as the pianist's music and voice mesmerised everyone. I was entranced, too - by the way his eyes locked onto mine, never wavering, and seemed to rest on my face like calm waters.

"Zora..." Chris was saying. His voice was a distant hum, but I tuned him out. I found myself drifting through the crowd, drawn back to the Pianist, and when I refocused on him, his gaze still held mine. The moment's intensity washed over me, and I felt a flush rise. As an usher passed by with a tray of wine glasses, I snagged one, seeking...