AUTHOR’S POV
The Viennese winter held Vienna in a glittering embrace, snowflakes like tiny ballerinas pirouetting against the backdrop of grand palaces. Yet, the chill couldn't reach the warmth radiating from Hailey's art studio. There, amidst swirls of paint and the aroma of fresh croissants, Hailey wrestled with a canvas.
Frustration etched lines on her forehead. "Vienna's melodies are different, Kade," she sighed, her voice laced with longing. "The brushstrokes don't flow the same as they did in Harmony Grove."
Kade, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners, chuckled. "Give it time, love. Vienna's music is just learning your dance." He traced a fingertip across the unfinished canvas, a splash of cobalt mirroring his gaze. "See how this blue whispers of Danube dreams? And that fiery or
