Clyde entered the manor with a little skip in his step, his heart still fluttering from the sweet, blissful morning date he had just had with Althea. Nothing like romance to get a guy energized for the day, right?
Now, it was time to tackle his next mission: waking up his late-rising, insomniac best friend. Simple enough—or so he thought.
His good mood, however, screeched to a halt when his ears were assaulted by a sound so horrifying, it could only be described as nails on a chalkboard.
He froze mid-step, his expression morphing into one of utter horror. "What in the name of all things holy is that noise?" he grimaced, feeling his soul leave his body.
A frazzled maid, Sara, hurried to him, eyes wide as if she had been through battle. "Lord Clyde, Master is attempting to play the piano!"
