Dinner was still an hour away, but the walls of the Sonder mansion were already painted with that amber-gold light that made everything look warmer than it really was.
The lever harp lesson had ended without further incident, at least it seemed like so.
The tutor gave Cory one last polite nod before gathering her sheets of music and leaving, and Hailie was wheeled away by another servant to be taken back to her room for rest. So that left me, poor old Cory Jay Smith, sitting in the corner of the room music room, surrounded by giant instruments I didn't even know existed in this god-forsaken world, waiting for everyone to clear out before I dare to move.
And I didn't have to wait long, because the moment I stepped out into the hall, she was waiting for me, patiently.
