The sound of Ella s heart

"Sigh, still unable to hear it." The resounding sound of a solitary G sharp note reverberated through the opulently decorated ballroom, its haunting melody filling the air.

Beatrice had finished playing the piano, she delicately slipped her hands back into the comforting embrace of her soft merino wool gloves. As her gaze fell upon the piano, memories flooded her mind. It was the same instrument she had spent countless hours playing as a child. The worn-out legs bore the marks of little scratches, each one a testament to the hours of practice and passion poured into the keys. The broken bass strings whispered of melodies long forgotten, their silent presence a reminder of the music that once filled the room. The slight rust on the cast iron plate hinted at the passage of time, a gentle reminder of the loss in nostalgic thoughts of her.

"What would mother say if she saw that her favorite piano was worn out?"

Only fragments of her mother's piano linger in her memory, a bittersweet reminder of a loss that occurred nearly two decades ago. Gracefully, she glided through the room, her steps deliberate and unhurried. Each table she passed was adorned with elegant Damask tablecloths, adding a touch of sophistication to the atmosphere.

"I find myself in need of a truly exceptional pianist, someone whose talent will captivate the guests and add a touch of elegance to my father's highly anticipated birthday celebration, scheduled for next Wednesday. Time is of the essence, and I must act swiftly to secure the perfect musician for this momentous occasion."

"What should I possibly give him for his upcoming birthday?" Despite her father's reluctance to inconvenience her, Beatrice was determined not to disappoint him on his birthday.

Beatrice remained unfazed, her composure unyielding in her thought. As the distant door swung open, even the approaching footsteps from the right, echoing in the room, could make her flinch. Startled, Beatrice's eyes snapped open as she felt a soft, delicate touch on her shoulder.

"Tris, it's time," Jenna said as she engaged in a conversation with Beatrice, relying solely on verbal communication without the aid of sign language. Jenna Ivy, the loyal assistant at "Windmill Melody," a flourishing business owned by Beatrice's father, Hendrik Van Whiteloe, has been a cherished friend since their childhood days.

"Jenna? Why is that?, is there anything important today beside the preparation of father birthday?"

In the wake of her unfortunate accident at Brouwersgracht, which occurred two years ago, Beatrice discovered a remarkable ability to swiftly grasp the subtle movements of people's lips as they spoke to her.

"Tris, it is imperative that you make your way to the scheduled business meeting in Rotterdam without delay,"

"Oh, is that so? Alright then, let's proceed, I really don't want to let my father down and damage the reputation of the company by being late."

"Tris, I have your coat ready for you. I just wanted to let you know that the weather report predicts a chilly day with temperatures around ten degrees Celsius."

Beatrice is absolutely breathtaking in her exquisite brown chasmere coat. The way it gracefully drapes over her slender figure enhances her long, lustrous black hair. She exudes an air of elegance and sophistication, captivating everyone who lays eyes on her.

"Thank you, Jenna. Has the vehicle been properly prepared?"

"I have everything ready, today I'll be your driver."

"Oh, why?" Tris voice was filled with curiosity and a hint of confusion. "What's the latest on Tom?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Tom is currently on leave due to personal reasons."

"Oh, I see. Am I required to sit in front of Jenn?"

"There's no need to push yourself, Tris."

"Alright, let's get started then."

 On a sweltering afternoon, Beatrice and Jenna found themselves caught in a peculiar mix of blistering sunshine and icy snowflakes. Undeterred by the unusual weather, they set off on a journey to Rotterdam. Their purpose? To represent Beatrice's father, who, regrettably, was unable to attend the important meeting. Immersed in the beauty of her surroundings, Beatrice was captivated by the sight of a winding road, adorned with a vibrant array of trees. Lost in the depths of her own mind, she allowed herself to be consumed by introspection.

"Jenn, I can't help but wonder what your thoughts are on the perfect gift for dad this year?"

"I have bestowed upon him a plethora of exquisite presents, ranging from the finest French timepieces that exude elegance and precision, to opulent leather wallets that exude luxury and sophistication, and even cufflinks embellished with intricate violin motifs that showcase his refined taste and appreciation for the arts." Tris find herself in a state of increasing bewilderment.

"Tris, your mere presence in your father's life is an extraordinary and invaluable gift," Jenna remarked with genuine admiration.

"In addition to that, it might be more beneficial to focus on today's meeting and temporarily set the gifts aside." Jenna, with a calm demeanour, gently steered the vehicle as she spoke, with a deliberate press of her lips, she sought to drive her point to Beatrice.

Beatrice found herself momentarily captured by Jenna's simple yet elegant appearance. Her understated brown bob hair and natural make-up caught Beatrice's attention, causing her to pause in admiration.