Lexine woke up the next morning with the events of the previous night still clear in her mind. The first thing she did was walk up to her music trunk and take out the two tambourines that lay inside.
Completely disregarding her figure, she squealed.
The fact that her father had been a sylph was not much of an issue here. The big thing was the tambourines she had gotten. They were beautiful. If her father saw it, there was no doubt about it, he would be jealous of her. He was weak for beautiful instruments.
The morning light hit the wooden frames, highlighting the dark wooden frame. The jingles appeared almost silver in color.
Lexine smiled to herself as she danced around with the tambourines in her hand. They jingled loudly.
The tambourine was not one of her favorite instruments. If anyone asked her, she preferred playing the piano because it was 'classy' or the violin because it was 'elegant.'
