Heloise plays the piano while you sit beside her on the bench, the sweet melody filling the room. Heloise's chaperone, her Uncle Pierre Arseneau is in the next room, counting banknotes from his apothecary business. You watch Heloise's fingers fly across the piano keys, not missing a single note. When the page runs out of notes, she stops, and she smiles at you. "How was that, Lord Chaise?" She asks. You've told her many times to call you Simon, but as a proper lady, she calls you by your title.
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