Love's Symphony is a gripping story of passion, love, and the complexities of life's unexpected turns. Gabriella, a talented and independent woman, falls for Leon, a man 12 years her senior. He is a successful and devoted father, burdened with past...
The Montez Mansion was buzzing with excitement as the twins ran around in their Halloween costumes, their giggles echoing through the grand hallways. Liam had chosen to dress as a medieval knight, his tiny plastic sword swinging at his side, while Noah had insisted on being a vampire—complete with a tiny cape and fake fangs that made him lisp when he spoke.
"Papa, are you sure you don't want to dress up?" Noah asked, his little brows furrowing as he looked up at his father, who stood in his usual crisp suit.
Leon adjusted his cufflinks, smirking. "I am dressed up."
Liam blinked at him. "As what?"
Leon knelt to their level, lowering his voice dramatically. "As a terrifying CEO. The scariest thing in the world."
Noah burst into laughter, while Liam simply rolled his eyes at his father's lack of enthusiasm for the holiday.
Their nanny, Marcella, a warm yet no-nonsense woman in her mid-fifties, clapped her hands. "Alright, young knights and vampires, time to finish your candy and get ready for bed. Your father has a party to attend."
The twins groaned, but they knew better than to argue with Marcella.
Leon ruffled their hair before standing up. "Be good for Marcella. I'll see you in the morning."
As he grabbed his coat, the doorbell rang. He already knew who it was.
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"Montez, you have the spirit of a rock," Igor declared the moment Leon opened the door.
Leon took one glance at his best friend's outfit and exhaled through his nose. "Zorro, really?"
Igor stood proudly, clad in a black cape, fitted vest, and a signature wide-brimmed hat, complete with a fake mustache that looked entirely unnecessary. He flourished an imaginary sword in Leon's direction. "You wound me. This is elegance, my friend."
Leon stepped aside, grabbing his keys. "Let's get this over with."
"Wait, wait, wait. What is this?" Igor suddenly grabbed the lapel of Leon's suit, inspecting him critically.
Leon adjusted his tie. "I'm dressed as a businessman from the 80s."
Igor sighed dramatically. "Leon, you are a businessman in every decade."
Ignoring him, Leon locked the door and followed Igor to the car, shaking his head.
The party was in the heart of the city, in an upscale venue that had been transformed for the night. Lights flickered like candle flames, shadows danced along the walls, and eerie music filled the air. The place was packed with people dressed in extravagant costumes—witches, vampires, ghosts, and everything in between.
The moment they stepped in, Igor dramatically removed his hat, bowing to the nearest group of women. "Ladies, allow me to introduce my companion, the scariest man of the night—an overworked CEO."
