She’d pulled the curtains aside to let the sunshine in. A grand pianoforte sat right in the centre of the room, taking most of the space. Flowers decorated the old furniture.
Candace sat on a creaky armchair, directly under the sunlight. Her skin shone like a thousand diamonds. She gestured towards the other sofa, which was so soft that it swallowed him. He fidgeted to sit straight, with little success.
Without his asking, and before he could get his notepad out, she began. ‘I told the officer who came around, Blaine had come to ask me about a composition. He practised diligently, never missed a single day. Those are the students I want to teach, not numpties whose parents buy pianos because they can afford to. Not a speck of discipline or respect in that lot!’
Hand firmly wrapped aroun
