Elizabeth's fingers ached miserably as once again she started the passage. Typically she enjoyed playing the pianoforte, but today for some reason, she found herself unable to focus on the notes. Her mind kept wandering back to that kiss at the fort. Smiling wistfully, she restarted the piece.
Her hands crashed down on the keys. The rhythm wrong, off cadence completely.
The butler hesitated in the doorway, finally speaking. "Miss Swann? Perhaps a rest?"
"No," She giggled. "That is the crux of the problem, the rest in this passage. I cannot seem to get it correctly."
Suddenly, a pair of hands settles upon hers. "I agree, a rest, m'lady," a familiar voice whispers in her ear.