Chapter Thirty-nine
Spring, 2023
The wail of a lone violin rose up, dipping and weaving through strains of melancholy. Rosetta took another step forward. Laughed when a mint-scented mist whooshed about the hem of her flowing gown.
I’m really here, she thought. It’s really happened. Elysium Glades resurrected.
She could never have imagined just how magical it would be. She stepped back onto a path that disappeared into a grove of pines and crimson-leafed maples. Beyond clouds of dry-ice mist, the violinist’s chords soared and plunged, rich with dramatic verve. Where was the source of this music? She was yet to meet the entertainers Izzie had hired. Another twist in the path, and then she saw it: the Lillibridge cottage, a creation Arthur Dalwood and his team had assembled that afternoon
