Eunice spilled the beans with a gleam in her eye.
"Your darling granddaughter—she's none other than the world-renowned piano virtuoso, Melody."
Belinda and Darren were thunderstruck, frozen in awe before a cascade of compliments tumbled out.
"I simply adore Melody's piano pieces," Belinda gushed toward the end, her excitement palpable.
"Especially when she releases a new track. I listen at home, in the car, first thing in the morning, and last thing at night. I can't get enough—I really can't!"
"Remember your grandma's birthday? I was dying to have Melody play at our house—cost no object—just to see her perform live. But Melody was nowhere to be found. The folks at the Piano Association said they couldn't reach her. And now, my precious granddaughter is Melody herself!"
Darren was overwhelmed with surprise and joy. If only they had found Melody sooner, perhaps their reunion with their treasured granddaughter could have happened earlier.
