Chapter 146. The Man at The Piano

Elona's POV

The night has come for Tristan's performance. I was excited to see him on stage. The city lights blurred through the window as Spooky and I sat quietly in the cab. My fingers clutched the thin strap of my evening clutch, and I smoothed the silk of the black dress Madame Delance had given to me. It hugged my figure with elegance, sophisticated and simple. I didn’t know why she actually gave it to me, but when I looked in the mirror, I finally understood. It wasn’t just a dress. It was a statement.

Tristan had already left to prepare at the auditorium. He told me to come, but he hadn’t said much else. I think he was nervous but wouldn't tell me. Still, I felt like something bigger was waiting tonight, something more than just a show.

As we stepped out of the cab, the air felt cooler than usual. My heels clicked softly against the ancien