Chapter 7 Symphony Of Souls

• That mysterious letter rumbled in my mind for hours, and I came to realize our circumstances were even more complicated than I initially expected. Roselyn's hatred and mistrust had a deeper meaning, and someone else was taking advantage of those flaws, messing out with her head and pinning us against each other. If I wanted to come out on top, I had to find out the truth behind it all, and outsmart my evil stepsister in the process.
• Firstly, I knew I had to get Roselyn on my side, at least for the sake of coexistence. I had to pretend to be slavish and friendly after our last altercation, in order to win her trust. As a beautiful heiress, she was used to getting what she wanted and being spoiled by everyone around her, including her close friends. I could play along. After all, she was also vulnerable and unsure of her place in her chaotic family. I could exploit that.
• The day she came back to the mansion, I made sure to show up with a nice gift for her, as a peace offering. I approached her at the main hall, with a feigned air of contrition, and a carefully wrapped box in hand.
• "Hey... I'm sorry to bother you, Roselyn. I wanted to apologize for our last encounter and everything that has happened between us" I said, my voice laced with false sincerity. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, and I hope we can start fresh." I offered her the gift, a delicate porcelain figurine I knew she'd admire. She eyed me warily, her distrust evident, but her curiosity got the better of her.
• "What is this about, Lisa? Is this some kind of trick?" she asked, her voice cautious as she accepted the gift. I smiled, a gentle, harmless expression.
• "I thought we could try to get along. We'll be seeing each other regularly, after all, and I'd like to put our differences aside and make you happy." I knew my words were manipulative, but I needed her to lower her guard. "I thought we could start by getting to know each other better. I've heard a lot about you in college. I mean, everyone knows you're one of the prettiest, coolest girls in town. But I also heard you play the piano beautifully, and I'd love to hear you play sometime."
• Roselyn's gaze softened, and I could see my act was working. She was flattered, and my feigned friendliness was chipping away at her defenses.
• "Thank you, Lisa," she said, a hint of warmth in her voice. "I appreciate the gesture." She paused before walking away; then right before leaving, she turned around to add, "And I'd be happy to play for you sometime."
• I felt a twinge of something as I looked at her go, an unexpected emotion I couldn't quite place. But I pushed it aside, knowing my true motives.
• Some weeks went by and vacation time finally came. I was now able to push my books aside and focus entirely on my mission. I visited Mr. Hunt a little bit more often. Roselyn didn't complain about my presence anymore; maybe she was too busy partying around the city with the cute rich boys. However, she greeted me the next time we ran into each other at the hall, which came out as a pleasant surprise.
• I did my best to make small talk and explore her passion for music during those brief encounters. She probably noticed my genuine interest in art, so she eventually let her guard down and talked more about her talents with me. Perhaps, despite being so popular at school, she never really had a friend who understood that sensitive side of her.
• One evening, I was lucky enough to find her at the studio, where she was playing with the door opened. I watched as Roselyn's delicate fingers glided across the piano keys, her long, elegant arms moving with grace and precision. Her red hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her sharp features and deep, mysterious eyes. She was a vision of beauty and creativity, and I found myself entranced, my pulse quickening as our eyes met.
• “Chopin,” she said, her voice barely a murmur. “There’s something about his music, isn’t there? It’s like a storm of emotions, all beautifully contained within these notes.”
• “Yes,” I replied, my voice mirroring her hushed tone. “It’s like he’s capturing the essence of human experience.”
• A smile graced her pink lips, a rare and enchanting sight. “Like a symphony of souls,” she added, her eyes locking with mine once more.
• We talked about our favorite composers, about the way their melodies danced on the edge of melancholy. We discussed their impact, their legacies, the way their music could transport you to another world. I slowly felt the awkwardness melt away, replaced by a strange intimacy. Roselyn gaze was different now, it held a new depth, a spark of connection. We didn't feel like rivals anymore, instead, we were two souls sharing a secret language. And there was no trace of the cunning vixen who tried to put me behind bars just a few weeks ago.
• “My grandpa was a local talent. I’ve always wanted to learn to play professionally,” I confessed, finally leaning on the piano, which looked almost inviting. A sudden urge to share my passion with her, to teach grasp the magic of making music, took hold. I gestured towards the instrument; the air thick with unspoken desires.
• “Let’s start with a simple melody then. Just follow my lead" She proposed, the words barely audible above the sound of the keys.
• Her fingers shifted across the piano once again, the melody a fragile, uncertain whisper. I watched at first, mesmerized by the way her fingertips moved, the way her grey eyes, once filled with amusement, now held a newfound sensuality.
• Our fingers brushed slightly as she reached for a higher note, a shiver of electricity running through me. I felt the warmth of her touch, the subtle tremor in her hand, the intensity of her focus. The melody, previously a timid whisper, grew stronger, more assured, echoing with the emotions we were both experiencing.
• As our hands moved in tandem, the music seemed to amplify the unspoken desires, the unspoken attraction. The air grew charged with a sensual energy, like a silent invitation. We were now completely lost in the music, in each other, in the moment we created.
• Then, the impossible took place, right before my eyes: our lips brushed, and I felt a spark of electricity pass between us. Roselyn's warm mouth was welcoming, and the tension that had existed between us was slowly fading away.
• I leaned closer then, our shoulders touching as we reached the climax of the song. The last note hung in the air, and I turned to her, my heart pounding. Our eyes locked, and I saw a mixture of emotions flickering in the depths of her gaze: desire, confusion, and a hint of the same spark I felt.
• But as quickly as it began, it ended. I pulled away in haste, finally coming to my senses, and almost ran towards the exit, leaving Roselyn behind and cursing under my breath. I knew then that my initial plan had backfired, because I found myself wanting more than just Roselyn's trust.
• Oh, Gosh, what am I supposed to do now?