Prisca’s POV
“What is the matter, Miss Fallon?” I heard Miss Agnes’s voice.
She lifted an eyebrow. It seems she perceived the hints of nervousness in my behaviour.
I darted my gaze around the drawing-room. All the guests are moving their attention to us after Miss Agnes asked the duchess to request attention from the audience.
You can do this, Prisca… I mumbled inside my mind. I have played musical instruments in front of guests earlier, in Sheridan’s residence. This is not a time to be careless.
“Miss Agnes, I’d rather prefer to play the harp.” I curved my lips with confidence.
She directed an unwavering stare towards me.
Sophia leaned towards me. “Are you certain?”
I nodded as a reply to her question.
“That’s better,” Miss Agnes indicates the seat next to the harp, giving an as
