The Maid’s Daughter Asked To Play One Song, Then Silenced The Whole Penthouse

stood near the piano, one hand at his side, his mouth pressed into a line.

His mind knew the room had turned.

He could feel it.

The guests were no longer watching him.

They were watching Maddie.

Worse, they were feeling something he had not arranged, purchased, or controlled.

That seemed to disturb him more than anything.

Across the room, an elderly man rose continue reading …