Soren's POV

The sound of Rosalie's piano playing drifted into the foyer as I stood near the door, listening in.

My hand was on the parlor door, my head leaning in, and my eyes closed, taking in the lovely sound of music that filled my home and made it seem alive with joy in a way it hadn't in years.

She was so much more than I'd given her credit for when this plan had come to mind.

Opening my eyes, I entered the parlor to see her sitting there. She was wearing a flowing white gown, her ...