Everything around them began to blur. Lawrence's eyes seemed to possess a soul-consuming magic, their gaze filled with ultimate temptation.
"I really like the gift." His deep, magnetic voice broke the silence. As Lawrence spoke, he lowered his head closer to Miranda.
The air became thick with intimacy, fermenting uncontrollably.
Miranda suddenly came to her senses.
They couldn't continue being alone like this.
She stepped back, avoided Lawrence's intense gaze, and said, "It's late; I need to go rest."
With that, Miranda stood up from the piano bench and hurriedly made her way out.
As she took two steps, she stepped on the hem of her long nightgown.
Miranda instinctively lurched forward. She reached out for something to hold onto to prevent herself from falling.
She grabbed Lawrenc
