𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝: Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8: Mistresses Symphony

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Rewritten Version

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Following your encounter with Daniela on the arm couch, you hurriedly left the library. You leaned your back against your door and stared blankly at the window, remembering each second and kiss between you both while frantically shook your head in your hands, trying to brush the whole thing out of your mind. Fearing to leave your room, you sat on the edge of the bed and stared ahead of you, spending the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom, where you could feel yourself going insane because her words just wouldn't want to leave your mind. 

You lingered on top of your bed, looking around. The ticking clock on the wall served as a reminder of the ladies' upcoming dinner. You observed the passing seconds as you counted the minutes, knowing that dinner had just begun. After what seemed like an eternity, you eventually gathered the courage to take a glance around the hall as you carefully peered through your open door. Despite having assured Bela that you would see her again in the opera hall, you soon realized that you had no fucking idea where it even was.

You narrowed your gaze down the luxurious corridor and glanced around the various doors, when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. "What are you lingering about here, huh?"

You turned your head to see Catalin's smiling face as she turned a corner, holding a basket of fresh sheets in her hands. "Oh, hi, Catalin," you said with a smile as she approached in the hall.

"I haven't seen you all day long. Loana informed me about the incident. How are you feeling?" Catalin asked, her right hand resting on your shoulder while her eyes examined your neck.

You nodded, deeply hesitant about your answer while thousand thoughts raced through your head. "Uhm, I feel better now. Thank you for asking." You answered with a timid smile.

"That's good to hear." She glanced around the empty hall, where you were wandering in. "Are you searching for something?" She asked, taking her steps to the washroom just down the hall.

You followed her as you spoke. "Oh, uh, I was just searching for the opera hall."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she loaded the old sheets into the laundry. "The opera hall? Why are you searching for the opera hall if may I ask?"

You leaned against the doorframe, watching her set the wash. "Miss Bela asked if I could teach her some piano in the opera hall after dinner."

she frowns and looks at you.
"Bela?... you mean the daughter..Bela..? the sadistic one... wh- I don't believe it"

You hummed with a nod. "Yes, Bela, the blonde one. It's strange that she's been so kind to me lately." You said with a soft chuckle.

She sighed, her head shaking slightly in disbelief. "I must have to admit that you are more brave than any of us, Y/N. No one dares to look at them, yet imagine spending time with them, it is absolute hell."

"It's only for tonight. I'm somewhat feeling excited to play piano again, it's been a while."

"If you say so. but don't get too touchy! if the lady finds out she will basically kill you like a small bug without mercy. she's very protective over her daughters so don't get in any...situations with them"

A silent fell over the room as you cleared your throat awkwardly. She lifted an eyebrow and casted a glance at you. You quickly nodded with feigned smile. "Oh, yes, of course." There was a small twitch on your lips as you recalled the situation with Daniela.

Catalin grabbed her basket and pushed the door behind her. "Good, they are somewhat what crazy flirts, do not fall into their tricks." You chuckled along with her and walked up to the third floor next to her. Catalin's gaze shifted to the left as she pointed to the large wooden double door at the end of the golden decorated hallway. "That's the door to the opera hall."

"Thank you, Catalin. Please don't mention this to anyone." you reassured, fearing that the lady might find out.

Catalin nodded her head like it was obvious. "Of course I won't." She smiled as you nervously waked up to the double and pushed it open before waving your hand up to her, taking a final glance at her before entering the opera a hall. Your gaze was drawn to the big covered podium with red and gold covers, which exuded a rich elegancy that was simply breathtaking. As you approached the rich grand piano, your eyes narrowed themselves to the gorgeous golden lines and patterns carved into the dark wood, while your fingertips brushed across the white, pearly keys.

You sat on the dark leather stool and softly pressed a key, creating a gentle echo in the room while the soothing melody played. You focused your gaze on the keys and raised your hands above them before pressing them to a song. It was clear that you needed to get used to the piano's exquisite sound, which was filled with beautiful melodies.

You played a few tones of the song Sogno by Tosti  with a light touch against the keys while drifting off into the notes, obliviously playing the rhythm endlessly as it echoed around the room. You looked to your side and saw a small blank sheet with a golden pen laying on top of a small table. You leaned and took the pen, writing each note after another, repeating the melody as it brought back memories of your dear aunt.

You closed your eyes and hummed along with the chords when a sudden voice interrupted your thoughts as you flinched your gaze to the side. "Well, who knew you could play so beautifully, Y/N?" A smile spread across her lips as she leaned against the wall, her yellow eyes observing you.

A timid, akward smile flushed over your face as you narrowed your gaze to Bela. "T-.. thank you, I was just waiting for you."

She chuckled, walking up to you, where she took the sheet note from your hands. "You can even write notes, huh? Who would have known you were so talented for a little maiden like you." She said with an impressed face, handing you the sheet back.

You watched as she took a seat beside you. "I just wrote simple notes that you can learn and practice whenever you want." you explained, brushing your fingertip across the sheets before you returning your eyes to her. "Do you have any knowledge about the keys?" you asked.

Bela shook her head lightly. "Hm, a little. Mother always used to play for us before bed when we were younger." She giggled out.

A smile covered your lips. "Is it okay if I touch your hands?" you asked, suggesting that to guide her hands.

She nodded and lifted her hands up from her lap. "You can, but just for this one occasion, little one." A teasing form rolled from her words as she watched you get slightly nervous.

You cleared your throat. "I'll just guide you and let you get used to the keys first before you can start playing on yourself," you suggested, taking a glance at her gloved hands.

"You can take my gloves off." She commented, allowing you to take them off. Bela smiled to herself as she watched you slowly remove her black leather gloves from her pale hands. They were cold as ice, but soft as a feather. Her long, silky hands were perfectly trimmed, and it was somwhat of a shame she always wore gloves.

You placed your hands against hers and allowed her adapt to the piano's tones. She initially appeared eager and cheerful, but after some hours of practice, she began to complain and grumble. "My hands hurt," she murmured with a small giggle, massaging her hands while watching you finish the song for her.

You let out a deep sigh as you shook your sore hands. "Mine too, I think this will be enough practice for today."

A cheery smile traveled across her face when she asked. "Can you play just one more time?" With a little sigh, you returned your focus to the piano, her bright eyes watching every movement you made. Her smile grew even broader as she observed you concentrate carefully on the notes. Taking a moment to finish the song completely, you ticked the last note and turned your face to her with a warm smile. "I want to surprise Mother one day." Bela said, gesturing her hand to the piano.

You offered her the note sheet. "She would love to hear you play. Take them to your room and try to practice them often."

She chuckled with a small nod, giving you a side hug as she whispered. "Thank you, pretty."