![]() ![]() “If you value your life, you will refrain from making any sort of noise from those delectable lips of yours,” Dominique said from behind her. ![]() Passion ignited within her every time she was moved in such a way and the only way to express such passion was to make a joyful noise. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t sing, or even whistle for that matter. The room itself seemed to sing, giving her the all too familiar urge to belt her favorite songs from her lungs. And everywhere she looked were places to sit and enjoy music, including an elaborate fireplace that seemed to take up an entire side of the room. ![]() A large piano lay in the corner and giant windows lined the far wall. Isabelle tried her best to appear bored, but it was impossible. She was ushered into the spacious room and waited for her husband to make his appearance. Miss Ward was silent, which truly was a first, as she led Isabelle down the long hallway into the East Wing of the large castle. Miss Ward was waiting on the other side, wringing her hands within her apron. Furious, Isabelle tossed the book aside, leapt from her chair ran for the door and threw it open. ![]()
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