Eternal Symphony

By Crystal Summers

"You're the marionette who met with a terrible curse, aren't you?"

Headstrong Alice Sinclair couldn't care less about romance until she meets the dashing and witty billionaire vampire named Elijah Tonnerre, who sweeps her off her feet-and she hates it. Enemies to friends to lovers, she dances around her unbridled feelings

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunar Wolf Press
• Release date: Nov 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798868972331

Crystal Summers

Crystal is a beloved daughter of God. She is married to Raymond Summers and a mother of three. She was born and raised partially on the South Side of Chicago. She is a cosmetologist and the founder and Bible teacher of Pure Hearts, "Let all you do be done with love," a movement-based business she birthed in 2021

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Prologue

Sh e stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean coastline, the water’s eternal symphony beckoning her forward. She must do this for him, a prince who fell in love with a beautiful white swan. Perhaps she could make him happy by bravely abandoning herself to protect her beloved. This was for the person she cared about the most.

She closed her eyes and lifted her foot, silently thanking him for giving her life meaning. Maybe it was worthwhile after all. Everyone would die eventually; but, in a way, she would still live on in his heart. The two would meet again, for she would never really die.

Don’t cry over me. We’ll meet again.

She stepped forward, eyes locked on the line where the ocean met the sky; her life didn’t last long, but she enjoyed every moment. As she fell she wondered, Would I continue remembering him in the next life? Would he still remember me?

Maybe he should give up on me and find someone worthwhile.

ACT I

1

The Prince and the Swan

Alice Sinclair sighed when she finished reading a story about two princesses fighting for a prince’s love, a tale she often heard from her mother growing up: she could care less about romance.

Summer recess officially began tomorrow, a well-deserved break from Stanford University, and she was determined to enjoy her first week off if not for the graduation ceremony she was forced to attend. Ignoring the whirlwind of activity inside her house as her family scrambled to get ready, she instead was reading outside in the backyard while sitting on a swing attached to a massive oak tree.

I don’t see the point in going to Commencement. I’m not sure why we were invited. Alice had assumed it was because her father taught biochemistry as Professor James Sinclair, making him obligated to go. Of course as a family, they were welcomed by proxy.

She sighed when her older sister, Camellia - Lia for short - rushed outside and beckoned her in. We’ll be late, and the parents are wondering where you are. Come on.

This whole thing is ridiculous. Alice grumbled as she snapped her book shut. Lia’s eyes landed on the book cover and cringed; unlike her sister, Lia loathed reading. Alice often took solace in her father’s magnificent library within his study, an island in an endless sea of ignorance, where she found herself pleasantly lost.

Don’t worry; you can get back to your reading soon once we get to the stadium, Lia lowered her voice and muttered to where Alice couldn’t hear, It shouldn’t be that important.

She still heard. It is to me.

When they reached the living room, her mother stole her attention before her father could. Why aren’t you ready yet?

What do you mean? Alice gestured to herself as she saw nothing wrong with her attire: jeans and a navy-blue T-shirt with Converse. I’m perfectly dressed.

Don’t give me that. Put on something nice before we’re late for this important date.

Alice groaned, but her father came to her rescue after emerging from his study. Lily, that’s enough. Alice looks fine.

Fine? Her mother scoffed. We must look our best. The famous Tonnerres will be there with the chancellor. They recently moved here from France - and so soon after the Kingsleighs from London.

Alice played with the names, enunciating every syllable as if forcing her tongue to memorize it. Tonnerre was celebrated and displayed like royalty - like the Kingsleighs; both families were worth billions. Her family lived decent and comfortable lives, but Alice couldn’t begin to imagine the elite society’s lavish lifestyles. Atherton wasn’t short on wealthy families; they were only twenty minutes from the headquarters of Facebook, Google, Tesla, and many other high-tech companies.

Alice suddenly grew jealous when she heard her mother exclaim that the Tonnerres were worth ‘over seventeen billion a year’.

They’re like dragons hoarding great piles of treasure. Alice laughed at her inside joke; Lia looked at her strangely, unaware of what Alice believed to be so funny.

Ah, their father replied as he and his family dashed outside to the SUV - a silver Kia Niro - parked on the carport, I think I know where you’re going with this.

Camellia and Alice knew their mother’s deviousness all too well; after getting into the passenger seat, she said, The Tonnerres own an investment company that’s been buying corporations here in the States. Just being associated with them makes you part of an elite group. We should introduce ourselves after the assembly, at least.

I’m well aware of their company, dear: Grand Tonnerre Enterprises.

Once his family was buckled and situated, James started his drive towards the university. The lavished neighboring houses put theirs to shame: a modest two-level three-bedroom with an entry archway flaunting a small rose garden Alice’s mother had planted after she became a lawyer - hence Alice’s middle name being Rose - so she and her sister lived well enough. They weren’t poor by any means, as they could afford a living in one of the prosperous cities in the States, but Alice supposed every girl secretly wished she was a wealthy princess.

Lily, the Tonnerres have already heard of us, thanks to Alice - they’re a major financial benefactor to the university. Her test scores alone were nothing short of brilliant.

You always give her the preference.

You know Alice is beautiful like her sister too, but with more of a quick wit about her. James Sinclair was an older, well-built man in his early forties whose black hair was christened with silver streaks. He gave Alice a wink through the rear view mirror after adjusting his glasses and rolled his eyes when their mother continued ranting.

Lily Sinclair was a great woman and lawyer with good intentions for her daughters, but Alice detested how overbearing she could be. She believed she couldn’t live up to her mother’s standards and was trapped in Lia’s shadow. While both sisters greatly resembled their mother’s loveliness, Lia was considered the beauty of the family, and their mother had high hopes for her. Alice wasn’t wholly ignored; she shared similar amiable qualities but knew Lia was her favorite.

Regardless, Alice and Camellia shared the same fair skin, slender features, and sun-kissed blonde hair - Alice had grown hers below her waist while Lia sported a choppy bob with highlights - their eyes a matching sapphire blue, but her sister always stole the attention. As a social butterfly, Lia was adept at making new friends wherever she went. Contrarily, Alice couldn’t compete against her sister regarding their physical prowess, as Lia was considered a famous athlete during high school. As the two were close in age, they constantly played on the same team. Unfortunately, in their senior year while playing volleyball, their coach always preferred Lia, for Alice was too awkward and lacked hand-eye coordination. For their final game, she was forced to sit on the bench while his star players won.

Alice’s only advantage over her sister was that she excelled in academics. While enrolled at Menlo-Atherton High School, Lia routinely asked for help with her courses, though they were in the same year prior to graduation. Because Alice was scholastically talented, she was allowed to graduate high school when she was sixteen with impressive SAT and ACT scores that attracted the attention of some of the most prestigious colleges in the country - the Sinclair household prodigy attending Stanford on a full scholarship. Now eighteen and on the path to studying neuroscience, while in high school she was enrolled in advanced placement classes, receiving college credit before graduating with plans to earn at least a master’s degree in neurobiology, thus granting her a head start - though she hoped to meet the requirements in becoming a Doctor of Philosophy.

Her sister, however, decided to start looking for employment immediately upon graduating as a caregiver. While Lia earned a full-time paycheck to save money for moving out, she was expected to help pay for bills and food; Alice meanwhile, was allowed to stay rent-free so long as she remained enrolled in school. As the university was only fifteen minutes from the house, Alice was given the choice of whether she wanted to live in a dormitory, which she refused.

I would rather drive there myself. After recently acquiring a black and red Honda motorcycle courtesy of her parents - which was much cheaper than affording a new car and using ridesharing - Alice had the luxury of riding it to the campus if her sister could not take her in between work. Even from the short drive, it gave her a slight sense of freedom.

Very well, Lily eventually said, You mentioned before that Frederick Tonnerre has a son around Lia’s age. What was his name again?

I’m surprised you didn’t know, dear, as you’re always interested in these matters. His name is Elijah Tonnerre, and he is the eldest of three. I can’t remember his age - twenty, maybe twenty-one.

Alice almost wanted to retch when her mother giggled like a schoolgirl; Lia was intrigued, but Alice wasn’t surprised; her sister was slightly promiscuous - dating anyone regardless of who they were - and couldn’t hold onto a relationship for longer than a month. I wouldn’t mind meeting him, at least.

Alice laughed. Of course not, and his wealth has nothing to do with it. Lia glared with a raised brow but didn’t try to argue with her. Besides, billionaires are just hoarders of money.

Elijah can’t help it, her father justified, He’s to inherit a family empire that took many years to build, but he does what he can to give back to the community. He’s made many sizable donations to charities and hospitals nationwide, helping places like St. Jude’s. He’s currently overseeing the production of desalination plants for Arizona after giving the governor a hefty grant of about $2.5 billion. He’s not all bad.

Lia laughed. Rich and generous.

Alice’s opinion switched slightly regarding Elijah’s character, but her stomach turned when her sister acted coy. I’m sure he’s either married or seeing someone.

I’m not sure he is, at least not from anything I’ve heard or seen, James looked at his daughters quizzically. I know he’s very peculiar and likes to keep to himself. You can’t blame him, James’ eyes narrowed on Alice, I met him only once, and he is a fine gentleman. He actually reminds me of you, Alice.

Alice ignored Lia’s gawking stares, not wanting to hear any of it; instead, she focused on Stanford’s iconic red-roofed buildings as her father pulled into the faculty parking lot crowded with professors and students marching towards their magnificent stadium for Commencement.

With over seventeen thousand students, Stanford University was like its own city. You would find yourself lost without a map; Alice had to rely on one to find her classes during her first year. She didn’t mind strolling through the verdant, rich lawns while admiring the Rodin sculpture gardens and their bold and beautiful red-roof-tiled buildings. She felt like the world was at her fingertips once setting foot within this scholastic metropolis.

Alice groaned when Lily reached for her wild mane of blonde hair, straightening the loose strands. I still can’t believe how long it’s gotten. You should do something nice with it.

Slightly defensive, Alice swatted her mother’s hand away and draped her hair over her shoulder. It’s fine the way it is, but her family ignored her as they trailed the throng mindlessly.

Following the footprints of black and red gowns, Alice didn’t realize she had strayed away from her parents as she considered whether it was worth pausing to pick the dandelions dotting the stadium field. However, her skin prickled when two uptight girls whose faces pealed with caked-on makeup wearing over-paid designer clothes gawked and giggled at her for how she dressed: That’s a nice outfit. Where does she shop at, Walmart?

Definitely a kitten without a pedigree.

Alice turned a deaf ear and looked down at her feet as she picked up the pace, hoping to disappear into the crowd. Damn those rich girls, she mumbled as they pranced away.

However, the back of her neck suddenly bristled when two older men strolled past her and whistled. She ignored their cat calls while looking down at the ground until she accidentally walked into an intimidating-looking man, possibly in his twenties; clad in an expensive leather jacket and jeans, he crossed his arms and smirked.

Hey, it looks like you’re lost, he slyly said, winking. You look a little cute to be wandering alone.

Alice lowered her head, avoiding eye contact; she looked around to see if her family was nearby, but she cursed her luck when realizing she was alone, the crowd remaining ignorant of her uncomfortable situation. I’m only trying to find my family. Please, leave me alone.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth. I didn’t mean to scare you, little kitten, but you look even cuter afraid.

She backed away and scowled. Go away -

There you are, mon chérie. A voice as if the sun itself could sing came from behind; Alice shivered when she felt a cold and unfamiliar hand wrapping around her right shoulder. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

She gasped when she glanced up and saw a tall, slender, handsome stranger around her age dressed in a formal black suit as if he had returned from a wedding or funeral, hiding from June’s scorching sun using an umbrella. His brilliant emerald green eyes shone bright against his wind-swept hair burning like a white flame brushing his lean jaw, skin unusually but beautifully pale as if an artist sculpted his face from bleached bone. He towered over her, for she was a petite lady of only five feet three inches. He flashed his gorgeous smile, ignorant of the doting stares he received from passing strangers and students.

Though he loomed over the man harassing her, that didn’t stop him from saying, H-hey, do you mind? I’m having a conversation here.

The stranger tightened his grip and pulled Alice close to his side; meanwhile, she couldn’t help but fall for his charms, mesmerized by his inhuman beauty. I don’t think so. You best be on your way. He glared at the threatening man with an intense venomous stare.

The stunned Alice watched in disbelief when the man’s face went completely blank, almost as if he were in a trance, and he responded obediently, Yes, I will. He immediately turned around and marched away without hesitation.

Startled, Alice was about to step back, but her savior looked down at her and smiled politely. Forgive me for intruding, mon chérie, but you seemed to have been in distress. Please, allow me to accompany you. Now, where to?

The world had suddenly drained of all color, save for her and this extremely pale but handsome stranger; upon noticing his slight accent, she recognized it was French judging from his use of endearments. She was briefly caught under his spell, his smile enough to make her knees buckle. Recovering from her overwhelming feelings, Alice finally said, I-I was just trying to find my family before Commencement began.

He grinned and offered her his arm like a gentleman. Shivers crept down her spine when she accepted it: he was ice-cold. Time froze through their silent and awkward walk across the field, oblivious to the pell-mell crowd. Alice desperately wanted to know who he was; based on his attire, he could be connected to one of the wealthy families in the area. Though dark shadows and circles hung below his emerald eyes, what intrigued her the most was his inhuman beauty, almost like a prince who had escaped from a fairy tale. Yet, she had the strangest feeling of déjà vu, as if she knew him from somewhere.

But where could I have met him?

It was as if he had stolen her voice: she couldn’t find the strength to ask him a single question.

Even as the pair coursed through the field, Alice could always count on her mother to make herself heard in a crowded area: Alice! There you are.

Though Alice didn’t see it, hearing her name made the stranger smile. The moment they reunited with her family, James was the one who approached first. Why, if it isn’t Elijah Tonnerre himself.

Alice’s heart stopped, and her face became pale like porcelain. Billionaire Elijah Tonnerre helped me - of all people. She was too stunned to release his arm, but Elijah didn’t seem to mind her still clinging to him; he bowed before her enamored family as introductions were made. Meanwhile, Lia grinned like a fool to see her sister by his side, but Alice shook her head, silently shushing her from making any remarks that might embarrass them both.

It’s a pleasure to meet you finally, Alice’s mother said, We’ve heard so many good things about you.

Likewise. I just had the pleasure of forming a new acquaintance with Mademoiselle Alice, Elijah flashed her that charming smile that made her knees buckle, It’s an honor to meet one of Stanford’s star students. Her face burned crimson; Alice couldn’t bear to meet his doting gaze. She was about to remove her hand, but Elijah tightened his arm.

We heard you would be here today. Is your father around here somewhere? I want to pay my respects, James declared.

Unfortunately, he’s not feeling well, but I will speak on his behalf. I’m sure he would have been thrilled to meet all of you. The prince looked at the swan keenly, but Alice was too busy wondering what it would be like to fly, distracting herself from Elijah’s unwarranted attention. He cleared his throat before addressing James directly, This Friday, on the seventeenth, the Kingsleighs are hosting a charity ball, and I want to invite you all as my guests.

While Lily and Lia did their best to hide their squeals, James was the only one who maintained his calm disposition - even Alice couldn’t hide her flustered face. That is extremely generous of you, Mr. Tonnerre. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say we’ll be happy to attend, James eyed Alice suspiciously, Maybe almost everyone. What do you think?

Me? Alice gestured to herself, silently cursing that her father had put her in the spotlight. Why would it matter what I think? If all of you want to go, you can.

Elijah was the one who intervened. Because you would be the guest of honor. The event would be incomplete if you weren’t there.

Lia laughed while her sister remained ignorant of Elijah’s flirting. If I could be honest with them, I would rather stay at home. Social gatherings always made her uncomfortable. Upon seeing her sister’s and mother’s pleading gazes, she caved. Why not? It’s not like I have much else to do anyway. Alice could think of a hundred different things she would rather do than go to a party and meet pompous rich people; five days’ notice was insufficient.

James seemed to be the only one who understood how Alice felt; his expression told her she didn’t wholly convince him, but Alice remained adamant with her answer. However, Elijah seemed the most pleased by her acceptance. Très bien. I will make sure the Kingsleighs are aware of your attendance. Please, accept this, he pulled out an envelope tied with a gilt-painted ribbon and handed it to James, Present this to security at the gates. It contains the address and all the details you need.

Lily and Lia screamed and immediately discussed what they should wear while James opened and studied the invite and its contents; Alice, however, secretly scowled. Noting her dissatisfied expression, Elijah withdrew his arm but grabbed her hand and kissed the top of her knuckles. I pray the party will be to your liking, Mademoiselle. She stared at him dumbly, dazed by his pleasant personality, vastly different than what she had expected from someone who came from money. Why are you staring off like that? Oh, I see: you’re falling for me, right?

Her face burned, and she immediately yanked her hand away, scoffing. Absolutely not. While her family was still preoccupied, Alice muttered, Thank you for helping me earlier.

Yet Elijah didn’t care for mere status as he looked at her the way all women wanted to be looked at by a gentleman. I’m glad that I could help in time. Until next time, my lost princess. Au revoir.

Before turning away, Alice noticed his eyes flickered red - blood red. Alice tried to ask him if he felt all right, but he sped through the oblivious crowd as if he now wanted to avoid her.

What was that all about?

With her heart caught in her throat, Alice was at a complete loss for this sudden change. She might have imagined the alteration, as it wasn’t the first time she mistook someone’s eye color, but the vast difference in shades made it seem improbable: thinking about it made her skin crawl.

Lia’s voice broke her from her trance: Hey, we have to go dress shopping later. I think you’ll enjoy this party.

Alice sucked in her cheeks and spun around on her toes, flashing Lia a fake sunny grin. Oh, I wouldn’t have passed this opportunity up.

Her sister knew her too well. One of these days, your sarcasm will get you into trouble. As Alice and her family made their way to their seats reserved for faculty, Lia smirked while poking and prodding Alice for more information about Elijah, given that he definitely has a thing for you.

No way. Are you sure he wasn’t looking at you?

You’re joking. Elijah didn’t know I existed.

Commencement began, but Alice’s mind swirled over the ridiculous notion that someone liked her; she could scarcely believe it. She ignored the buzz of excited noise and voices until she felt a cold chill creep down her spine when Elijah took the stage below with the chancellor, vice-chancellors, professors, and the Netflix co-founder and co-CEO guest speaker - who was unable to attend in person but provided remarks via a recorded video. Everyone stood to applaud; Alice’s face drained of all color when Elijah met her gaze for a few seconds before beginning, their silent contact feeling like an eternity.

When everyone sat down and the speeches began, Lia leaned in and whispered in Alice’s ear, I saw that.

Do you really believe he likes me, Lia?

He wouldn’t let you remove your hand from his arm, and he stared at you most of the time while inviting us to the ball. I’m not that stupid. Lia smirked when noticing Elijah occasionally glanced in their direction. I admit, he has the type of face you would like.

Alice scoffed, her cheeks coloring. What are you talking about?

What? He’s gorgeous - I dare you to find someone who would disagree. I would still be careful. Men can act like animals around pretty girls.

Then why would he bother with me?

Lia scowled, offended that her sister couldn’t see her own loveliness. Don’t start that. You’re beautiful. You must promise me that you’ll be careful.

Alice grunted as it was always awkward to accept any compliment; she never saw her beauty. Camellia always did her best to cheer her up, but Alice abandoned the idea entirely; after spending most of her teenage years wasting tears about her appearance and never fitting in, Alice accepted that she was different, resolving that she would never be pretty enough.

And yet, Alice found herself aloof as she replayed her first meeting with Elijah Tonnerre. She tried studying the details of his highly handsome face, almost like it was chiseled out of stone by God from afar. Biting her lip while watching him shake hands with the graduates, Alice couldn’t help but daydream. Normally good-humored and nobody’s fool, this was the first time she had been swept off her feet, and she hated it.

2

Wounded Pride

The next day came tantalizingly slowly, the sunny skies greatly contrasting Alice ’s foul mood to go dress shopping with her mother and sister; with the charity ball in a couple of days, all Lily and Lia could talk about was what kind of dress would look best. While their mother swooned and fawned over her oldest daughter, James mentioned that Alice was just as stunning. Before leaving for the shopping center, Lily noticed. It’s not fair to Lia that you always prefer Alice, she said.

I don’t play favorites - unlike you, dear. Alice deserves acknowledgment, too.

Yes, of course, you’re right. Her mother looked at the indifferent Alice and brushed her hair behind her ears, I saw how he kept looking at you yesterday.

Feigning ignorance on purpose, Alice betrayed her position when her cheeks flushed. Who are you talking about?

Who else? Elijah spoke very highly of you. I won’t be surprised if he falls in love with you after the ball.

I highly doubt that.

Her mother ignored her. Will you join us? She asked.

In a little while. Secretly, she wanted to drive herself, and she would rather not be around her gawking family while they were talking about the Kingsleighs and Tonnerres. Any mention of wanting her or Camellia to snatch any eligible bachelor quickly made her want to retch. I still can’t believe you two don’t want to order your dresses online, Alice mentioned, Amazon has some good choices; the best part is you don’t have to leave home.

I would rather try on the gowns first to make sure everything fits. I hate ordering and sending things back, and they may not even arrive in time, Lia justified. I think you’ll have fun going out for once with us ladies.

Alice groaned; her mother grew bored of her antics as she and Camellia were halfway outside. Suit yourself, and they left.

Alice waited to leave until they were gone, and after saying farewell to her father, she quickly grabbed her black helmet sitting in her closet and rushed to her motorcycle. She enjoyed the silence and solace as she sped through the green neighborhoods; the cooler summer weather was perfect as she rode towards the Stanford Shopping Center.

She parked in the busy lot while remaining skeptical about merging with large crowds, ensuring to grab the medical mask that she kept in the sealed front compartment and slipped it on; the mask mandate was recently lifted back in March, but she didn’t want to risk her chances at catching COVID-19. The virus still ran rampant after several mutations already, and she had been careful thus far - Alice ensured to keep it that way. Regardless, Atherton bustled with activity, and the Stanford Shopping Center was like its own upscale metropolis.

It took all her strength to brave the outside world; she would rather avoid the public. As soon as Alice stepped inside, the smell of perfume mixed with food made her choke, leaving her shocked by the blitz of noise, music, and colors upon arriving.

Several minutes later, she received a text from her sister declaring they were waiting for her at Anthropologie. Of course. That’s her favorite store. Alice snarled through her teeth, not caring for their women’s wear in the slightest. Sailing and weaving through the sea of people, Alice focused on finding her destination.

However, when she passed a corner, her heart stopped when she saw him again: Elijah Tonnerre strolling past the stores as if he were looking for something with a folded umbrella pinned under his arm. Alice cursed her luck for running into him here, of all places; she backed away, hoping he hadn’t seen her.

However, she was too late. Elijah hastened his steps and smiled at her. It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mademoiselle Alice.

Saying her name sounded sweet, and it made her tremble. What the hell is he doing here? Though his voice and words were like auditory honey, Alice wasn’t swayed as she mentally prepared herself to avoid his charms to prove Lia and her mother wrong; she clutched the straps of her helmet, ignoring his brilliant emerald gaze. Elijah’s eye color relieved her to know she hadn’t lost her sanity. She must have imagined their bloody hue from Commencement, deeming herself ridiculous to think they would change. What brings you to a place like this?

It’s for my sister, he explained, tilting his head off to the side, studying her, she loves to shop here occasionally.

Then I’ll leave you and her to it. Alice held her breath as she strolled past him, keeping her emotions in check so as not to give away the fact her heart was thumping wildly. Her cheeks reddened when she heard him snicker, perhaps laughing at his own inside joke; Elijah clasped his hands behind his back and trailed behind her. Alice whipped around mid-strut, and the two came to a dead halt. Why are you following me?

I’m not. It just so happens that my sister is down this way. A grin brightened his pale face.

Alice squinted at him but resumed her trek, quickening her pace to increase the distance between them. Calm down and get a grip. He’s not here to see you anyway. She couldn’t understand why the sight of him made her cheeks turn cherry red, but she collected her bearings. Yet her skin bristled when she peered over her shoulder to see he had continued his stride, examining each store he passed by. When she turned away, he resumed admiring her from afar, acting as if her beauty was beyond compare.

She almost walked past the store until she saw her sister through the glass between the dazzling dress displays. Lia dashed outside while their mother was still looking through the racks. Alice, there you are. We were worried you wouldn’t make it. Her eyes widened to see Elijah strolling past them, but he stopped and bowed. Lia’s grin turned into a smirk as she had the perfect opportunity to jest: Oh, look who it is.

Lia, stop, Alice whispered through flushed cheeks.

You’re beaming. Alice turned away from her sister and nervously played with her hair, hoping to combat her nervous tick that made her heart thrash. You know I’m just kidding around.

Unamused and vexed, Alice furrowed her brow and sighed in defeat, reiterating the plan to find a gown for the ball, using this chance as a ploy to distance herself far away from Elijah. I think I see one I like. She grumbled and began escorting her vibrant sister inside the store, her ears turning pink when her head swiveled, meeting Elijah’s curious gaze. We’ll see you and the Kingsleighs at the ball on Friday.

He smiled. I’ll see you then, mon chérie. I’m looking forward to it. Elijah spun on his heels and walked away, leaving the Sinclair sisters stunned.

Alice spent the next few hours of her afternoon with Lia picking out dresses, regardless of her constant sighs and complaints; not caring if she dressed like a boy or a girl for the party, Alice preferred being excused. After enough nagging from her mother and sister about trying on the perfect dress they found for her, Alice yielded defeat: a pink tinted knee-length sleeveless gown with a rose pinned to the low-cut lining and a sash around the waist.

I even have the right heels to match that you can borrow, Lia offered, but all Alice kept thinking was how awkward and painful they would be to walk in. I’m still wondering what Elijah was doing here, of all places. You don’t think …?

After leaving the dressing room, Alice draped her gown over her arms. Think what?

Lia ensured their mother was out of earshot - for they were spared her raptures when she didn’t see Elijah outside the store - before whispering, It can’t be a coincidence. I think he came here to see you.

What? That’s not possible. He was here with his sister. Alice paused when considering the impossible notion, ignoring her fluttering heart ready to leap from her chest. Even if it was to see me, how would he have known I was here?

I don’t know, but he likes you. It’s obvious.

Lia tried on a few dresses before settling on a baby blue sleeveless gown, but Alice was ready to leave as soon as possible; the next several days couldn’t come and go any faster, and it didn’t help that he was constantly on her mind.

***

The estate was enveloped by breathtaking gardens, captivated by a central courtyard surrounded by French doors. The Kingsleighs’ party, which was on a warm Friday evening, was in full bloom. Alice struggled out of the car in her sister’s three-inch heels, ignoring the tags scratching her back.

I knew I should have cut them off before wearing this. Alice twirled her fingers through her curled hair - courtesy of Camellia, who flaunted her talent through beauty tutorials for TikTok and Instagram - flowing across her shoulders, drawing attention to her sparkling sapphire eyes. Unable to admit and accept it, Alice was a flower whose beauty radiated from the morning sun. Yet she looked upon the other painted damsels in dismay, comparing herself unfairly; even Lia looked like a model ready to strut down the stage in graceful strides. From seeing the enthusiastic event, Lia’s and Lily’s faces glinted like the starry sky, with hundreds gathering outside and drunk with the festive spirit. Alice was amazed by the many lit windows and rooms lining the ivory mansion, the large, calm pond catching its glorious reflection.

Her family stuck out like a sore thumb, and Alice was embarrassed by the snickering comments from other women.

Who invited these commoners?

Clearly, it’s a mistake. They’re kidding themselves.

The one in the pink dress may be cute, but I bet they won’t allow her and her family past the gates.

Thankfully, her father seemed cheery; he and Lily were ignorant of the hateful stares. James snickered when his wife couldn’t stop admiring the hall and said, Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed.

It was as if Alice had stepped into an entirely different period; the manor was decorated with antiques shipped directly from London. The classical music matched the grandeur, played beautifully by hired musicians. The Sinclair family followed the line of guests entering the august manor, where an exquisite chandelier greeted and led them to the ballroom filled with people who came from money. Alice saw that her family were the only commoners there; she wondered why Elijah insisted on inviting them to such a fancy event, but the doormen didn’t question them when James showed them the invitation and allowed them through the sparkling gates. Even as newcomers continued arriving, the party was already in full swing, the event overlooked by a young man and woman whom Alice assumed were the Kingsleighs.

There is Miles, and that must be his sister, Scarlett, her mother said.

Though Miles Kingsleigh was a fine-looking young man of twenty-two, regardless of her mother’s claim, he looked more intimidating than handsome: slick black hair swept past his ears, his brown eyes like pools of amber caught behind a pair of slender spectacles. He seemed remarkably brilliant, a credit to the Kingsleigh line. His nineteen-year-old sister, Scarlett, was just as exceptional: dark chocolate locks flowing past her shoulders, her deep brown - almost crimson - eyes magnified by her low-cut red dress. Even in heels Scarlett was barely taller than Alice, only reaching her brother’s shoulder. Yet she looked down at the crowd with judgmental eyes while Miles grinned upon seeing everyone enjoying themselves; his eyes flickered past Lia and Alice, and they caught his curious gaze. For a moment, it seemed he forgot himself as he openly looked upon her sister.

Alice nudged Lia’s arm to get her attention while their mother was busy pleading with their father to introduce them. I bet you all the money I have that Miles will be in love with you by the end of the evening.

She laughed as Miles finally tore his eyes away and said, You never know, but I think I’m more interested to see how it plays out between you and that dreamy friend of yours.

Alice couldn’t hide her crimson face, and Lia snickered. You told me to be wary of him. Alice looked around the room at the absurd fake smiles from the men, I’m not interested, and I doubt he’ll notice me. These people are ridiculous to me.

Just wait and see. When you find the right person, you’ll have to watch your attitude.

Alice scoffed. I would rather eat my shoe, and Lia laughed. Her playfulness aside, Alice groaned, but her sister ignored her; she and their mother fussed over their clothes - straightening out their dresses and hair; it was enough to make Alice vomit.

While they were busy talking and doting on Miles, the affair came to a complete halt when a dazzling trio of people entered the manor. Alice immediately blushed when she saw the dashing and brooding Elijah Tonnerre, leaving her flustered from the notion that she was extraordinarily and uncharacteristically delighted to see him again. She couldn’t understand how someone affected her the way he did; Alice wasn’t superficial and swayed by money or looks, so she couldn’t believe that his presence made her knees buckle. Why am I like this?

To his right was a young man with an odd similarity to Elijah but younger: he had the same ghostly pale complexion, platinum hair, and matching emerald eyes that gleamed like gemstones. His height reached Elijah’s shoulder, his air matching elegance and flair. The young woman to Elijah’s left was beautiful, her waist-length light sun-kissed hair strung and decorated with pearls - a delicate, petite, and fragile porcelain doll. The dark rings around their shiny sea-green eyes augmented their matching skin tone. Perhaps looking tired from many sleepless nights, but their beauty was unrivaled.

They must be the Tonnerre family.

Elijah parted his way through the crowd, with his brother and sister following. The guests stared as they strutted by, the three dashing but ominous with an air of arrogance - vastly different from Alice’s and Elijah’s initial encounter. The Tonnerres looked radiant this evening: their pale cheeks were painted with color, and their eyes ignited like a candle’s flame. Clad in a fashionable black suit, Elijah surveyed the ballroom until he caught Alice’s eye. Shocked, she bowed, and he immediately turned away trying to hide his dashing smile, but she still saw. Alice gasped, she couldn’t help herself, but Camellia caught her and pinched her elbow.

I told you he was your type. Perhaps now you’ll watch your manners, Lia warned, and her voice became stern, Don’t you dare think of eating my shoes.

The hall echoed with hushes as everyone took a turn to stare; these newcomers were like creatures from another world, creating a stir. As Miles and Scarlett walked over to greet the Tonnerres, the party resumed, and the hall was again filled with music. Miles gave Elijah a firm shake, saying, It’s great to see you again, my friend. Elijah nodded to Scarlett - who watched him with coveting eyes - but he overlooked her subtle advances.

Alice groaned but wasn’t surprised that the two families were acquainted - especially after Elijah pulled some strings to have her and her family invited. Do all rich people know each other? she quietly asked herself; thankfully her family didn’t hear her remarks.

Her mother leaned on her heels and spoke in James’ ear, Oh, they’re as amiable and beautiful as I’ve heard. The young man on the right is Emil Tonnerre, and their sister, Sophie-Anne, is on the left. Charming looking children, indeed.

James stared at her inquisitively, impressed by her knowledge; she was well educated in these matters, as he previously mentioned days ago. And yet, Elijah’s name had slipped your mind.

Upon seeing the two families, their names like trophies set on display, Lily was caught in blithering rapture. Alice turned a deaf ear to her mother’s elations.

Let’s introduce them to the Kingsleighs James, before we lose the chance. She rolled her eyes at her mother’s suggestion.

There’s no rush; we just arrived.

For their mother’s sake, James agreed and took it upon himself to announce them to the new and exciting crowd, the two families intrigued by the Sinclairs’ audacity. It’s wonderful to meet the rest of the famous Tonnerres and Kingsleighs. I’m James Sinclair. This is my wife, Lily, and our two daughters, Alice and Camellia. As he gave away their names, both parties bowed.

It’s a pleasure. I’m Miles Kingsleigh of the House of Tudor, and this is my sister, Scarlett, Miles greeted, his voice smooth like brandy.

Amazed, Alice recognized the royal house name from Great Britain’s history. Just like the queen herself.

A pleasure to see all of you again, Elijah bowed to James, occasionally glancing at the apathetic Alice, who didn’t notice the doting eye he gave her. When she finally returned his gaze and saw the same affectionate look as he did upon their first meeting, Alice felt desperation to leave the room as her cheeks and ears turned red, wanting to escape his attention. This is my brother, Emil Tonnerre, and my sister, Sophie-Anne.

His siblings bowed and shook hands with Alice and her family, their smiles bright like the lit festivities when meeting Alice directly. Strangely, she swore she heard the two whisper to one another. There she is.

Alice raised a brow. Pardon?

They caught themselves and shook their heads. N-nothing. It’s a pleasure to meet you. They exchanged nervous grins, but Alice couldn’t shake the feeling that she had met them before.

Given their great likeness to one another, Alice discovered the two were twins and shared her age, with Elijah being twenty-one. He’s so young to have achieved so much. She pretended to be oblivious while thinking about how to begin a conversation. How do you and your siblings like it here in the States, Elijah? she asked, making eye contact with all three.

Very much. It’s been a long time since we were here last - we’ve been studying abroad in Marseille for the last few years. Elijah turned to Emil and Sophie-Anne, the two grinning at him.

Lia nudged Alice’s shoulder. Constantly busy studying, like you. Your nose is always stuck in a book. No wonder why you’ve been enrolled in Stanford since you were sixteen.

Elijah’s eyes sparkled in delight upon hearing of her academic talents. My father wasn’t boasting of your achievements. Pray tell me, what are you studying?

Casting an evil glare at her sister for pushing her into the spotlight, Alice reluctantly and shyly answered, Neurobiology. I’m working towards my master’s degree and, hopefully, my Ph. D.

Miles interjected this time, his eyes gleaming from the chandelier lights: Remarkably accomplished. I recently transferred from overseas to Stanford myself and will be starting the Autumn semester in September.

What are you studying?

I’m currently a senior in theoretical physics, he flashed her a triumphant grin, possibly thrilled to meet another intellectual, "I’ve always been interested in mathematics, but I