Page 4 of The Duke’s Duet

Mr Piper's expression grew serious.

"Indeed. Your talent may gain their admiration, but it will not protect you from improper advances. You must maintain professional distance at all times."

The warning was unnecessary.

At twenty-four, Melody had learned through bitter experience that many gentlemen viewed female performers as fair game for flirtation or worse, regardless of their actual station.

That her voice could move an audience to tears did not prevent some men from seeing her as little more than an amusing diversion to be pursued and conquered.

"I shall be the very model of propriety," she assured him, then added with a mischievous smile, "at least until I open my mouth to sing."

Mr Piper shook his head in fond exasperation.

"Come, let us rehearse once more. The Handel especially requires more refinement."

Melody positioned herself beside the pianoforte, drew a deep breath, and, as the sound of the pianoforte filled the room, began to sing.

The familiar ritual of practice engulfed her, and she pushed aside thoughts of Dukes and high society, losing herself in the music that had been her solace and joy since childhood.

Whatever challenges tomorrow's performance might bring, for now there was only the pure pleasure of her voice blending with her father's skilled accompaniment in the safety of their modest home.

Here, at least, she could be entirely herself, without fear of judgment or unwelcome attention.

Here, the music could truly soar.