Seraphina's POVThe final note lingered in the air, delicate yet powerful, the last whisper of a story told through my fingertips to the crowd. My hands rested on the piano keys, my chest rising and falling as the thunderous applause filled the concert hall. I was content.I stood, offering a small bow, my face carefully composed despite the rush of emotions beneath my skin. This was my world now—music, art, creation. Not the shadows I was born into.I stepped off the stage, my black satin dress flowing with each movement, and made my way toward the side exit for a breath of fresh air. The look in the eyes of the people I came across gladdened my heart. They looked like they were proud of me, like I was a star. The air outside was crisp, a contrast to the warmth of the hall, and I let out a slow exhale, the tension melting from my shoulders.Tonight had been perfect. Almost surreal.As I leaned against the cool stone wall, my phone buzzed in my clutch. A message from Ava, one of my yo
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