She had indeed intended this!

Many young ladies of their social standing had been tutored in piano from a young age, but Rosalynn, raised in a rural village, surely hadn’t been exposed to such refined pursuits.

Selina’s scheme was to have Rosalynn concede publicly her inability to play, highlighting her rustic upbringing.

Selina anticipated a spectacle, contemplating the revelation of Rosalynn’s charade should she fabricate an excuse to avoid performing.

Yet, before Selina could proceed with her thoughts, Rosalynn approached a piano and took a seat.

“What dance shall you perform?”

Caught off guard, Selina inadvertently uttered the title, “Cygnets Dance.”

Rosalynn was just maintaining

to see the duration of

delicate fingers finding their place among the ivory keys. Under the watchful

glided over the keys with ease, weaving a harmonious and

among the

L A ‘s L I B R A

outbreak of praise ensued, soon accompanied

originally harbored apprehensions

enchanting sounds reached

at this fresh perspective of his

myriad of surprises she

future filled

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