Scarlet was not coquettish like her sister Carmen, fierce like Ginger, gentle like Rose, mysterious like Ruby, or innocent like Robin. She did not twirl her hair around her finger or bite her lower lip when around men, though sometimes she would imagine that she did, that she could do those things and men would swoon at her feet. They were passing fancies to her, nothing of substance, nothing of order.
She found the piano in the forest. How peculiar it was! Scarlet sat on the bench and brushed her fingers over the keys. It was weathered and worn, but still seemed to be in working condition. Who would leave such a beautiful instrument in the middle of the woods? She pressed down on a key and the note reverberated through the empty space around her. It had been so long since she had played. She was always so busy taking care of her sisters and doing her schoolwork.
Her fingertips pressed down on the keys once more and she began to play a small melody.
When the stranger sat beside her and began to play, Scarlet almost jumped out of her skin. Her head whipped to the side and she was face to face with a man. He only smiled, silver hair framing sharp cheekbones. Color flushed Scarlet's cheeks and all of a sudden, she knew what to do. How to make him swoon. She lowered her lashes and they brushed her cheekbones.
"You play beautifully," he said. His hand brushed hers.
She had captured him.