THE EMPTY CHAIR AT HER SISTER’S WEDDING WAS SUPPOSED TO PROVE HER FIANCÉ HAD LEFT HER—BUT WHEN A QUIET STRANGER SAT BESIDE HER, KORA NEVER IMAGINED HE OWNED THE HOTEL, OR THAT HIS FAMILY WAS ALREADY PLANNING THE MARRIAGE THAT COULD DESTROY THEM BOTH

to the pianist.

There was a single sheet of music on the stand.

“Is this…” Kora began.

“It is,” Henry said. “I found it in the cabinet of music we keep for weddings. He has agreed to play it once for the lobby in fifteen minutes. It will be considered by all parties a routine afternoon piece.”

At 2:15 exactly, the pianist began the Bartók lullaby.

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