Natasha's POV

The elevator door dings and opens, revealing a spacious room bathed in soft lighting, it is so beautiful and simple at the same time. It seems to be designed for hosting events, with its ample space and elegant decor. My eyes are immediately drawn to a grand and weathered piano placed prominently in the center of the room, its ebony and ivory keys glistening under the gentle glow.

Lauren grabs my arm excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Come on, let's check it out!" she urges me, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She looks at me with a mischievous smile and asks, "Can you play?"

I shake my head, feeling a bit nervous. "No, I'm afraid not," I reply honestly.

But Lauren doesn't seem discouraged. She scans the area and spots some dust on the piano and the seat. Without hesitation, she whips out her phone and makes a quick call, instructing the maids to come and dust off the piano. She then tugs at my arm again, urging me to follow her.

We move swiftly across the room, o