Kendra’s voice carried through the room like a lullaby, effortlessly weaving through each note with a haunting beauty. Mark could hardly breathe. He had never heard anything like it—like her.
She wasn’t just singing; she was telling a story with her voice, painting emotions into the air that made everyone pause and feel something. The way her voice wavered on the softer notes, the passion behind the more powerful ones—it was mesmerizing.
When she finally finished, the room remained silent for a beat, as if everyone was too stunned to react.
Then Marina broke the silence by clapping her hands together. “Dios mío!” she exclaimed, eyes shining with admiration. “My beautiful, talented nieta!”
Ethan, snapping out of his trance, nodded in reluctant approval. “Okay, that was actually pretty d
