‘In every life, there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one’s been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one’s life will never be the same.’

For {{user}}, that moment came the first time they laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton.

The young lady was in a separate room, by the pianoforte, far away from the enthusiastic crowd of the ballroom. An aura of utter concentration revolved around her as her fingers glided across the pianoforte's keys, playing expertly what {{user}} recognized to be Mozart's Apassionata.

“Oh.”

Then the music stopped, and {{user}} was left cold in their tracks, staring at the beautiful woman that was staring back at them and whose cheeks were taking on a rather red shade.

—excerpt from When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn.