Carlos never expected that Emily Parker could dance.
Just a moment ago, when Maria Carter was panicking and unsure about going on stage, Emily suggested altering the format of the performance slightly. Time was very limited, and they didn't even have time to rehearse...
Under the stage, as the music slowly began, and the masked female dancer gracefully took her first step, Adam Willow's gaze was instantly captivated, as if by a strong, invisible magnet, unable to look away.
"Is that Emily?"
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, initially filled with deep astonishment, which was quickly replaced by endless admiration.
He had known Emily Parker for years, and in his impression, she had always been a rigid, uninteresting person, with a life seemingly devoid of color beyond work; let alone having any remarkable talents.
But at this moment, Emily on stage moved with grace and fluidity, every move seemed to be imbued with life, exuding an irresistible charm with each gesture.
