What had my fond Papa been saying about me? Wanting to sink through the floor, I shot a look in his direction, but Papa, blind with parental pride, could not see my discomfort. I could feel a wretched blush, that bane of my life, throbbing into my cheeks.
"Your Papa says that you appreciate good music and that you sing."
These were his first words to me. There wasn't a hint of condescension or mockery in his voice. Shy and proud as a cat, I had braced for it.
"I hear all of your music that I can, Kapellmeister Mozart."
I remember rocking up on my toes. I absolutely couldn't stop myself.
Here I was, talking to this magician!
"She clearly has excellent taste! Come here, Princess Gottlieb. Sit beside me."
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