The Sweet Whisper Between Notes
Act I The ballroom at Ashworth Hall was suffocating. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over three hundred guests, each one a knot of silk and condescension. Catherine stood by the arched window, her fingers tracing the cold glass, watching the rain blur the gardens below. In ten minutes, her father would make the announcement. "Stop shaking." The voice came from behind her, low and steady,...
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