#Chapter 25: In Tune

Tessa

I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden rays across the ballroom floor. We had been at this for hours, and still, the feather kept fluttering to the ground like a mocking little bird.

“Again,” Rosina commanded sharply, tapping her foot impatiently.

I sighed, picking up the feather once more. “This is impossible,” I muttered under my breath.