The spotlight then shined towards the black grand piano a few steps behind Miyoung. Seated in front was most probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon. She was wearing a glittery silver dress that’s similar to her sister’s. She had straight jet-black hair that went down towards the small of her back. Her smile had an air of innocence. It was like she didn’t know how beautiful and bewitching she looked. I saw her stand up and walk towards Miyoung.