Page 120 of Master of My Life

Chase smiled. “Do you prefer classical or more modern music?”

“I don’t know any modern music.”

Chase smiled. “Let’s stick with classical. Something small.”

“A soloist or quartet?” Grace asked.

Chase nodded.

Sylvia gasped. “Hang on a second.” She tapped her tablet and then smiled as a violin solo began

to play.

Sabrina’s eyes closed, and she lost herself in the music. When the song stopped, she opened her

eyes. “It’s beautiful!”

“That sounded familiar,” Grace said, looking thoughtful. “That was Mark Pierce, wasn’t it?”

Sylvia smiled. “And he’s in town next weekend for a concert. You know him, don’t you?”

“I’ve met him a few times, but wouldn’t say I know him very well.” Grace glanced at Chase.

“Alex does, though.”

“Who’s Mark Pierce?” Sabrina asked.

“Child violin prodigy turned classical superstar,” Chase said and raised his eyebrows at his

mother. “You think he’d play at our wedding?”

Grace smiled. “I’m sure Martin or Alex could convince him.”

Sabrina frowned, looking between the smiling faces around her.

“Mark is Martin’s nephew,” Grace said. “The son of his long-lost brother . . . Oh, it’s a long story.

His concert is Friday night, and he’s playing with The Nutcracker orchestra as a favor to Martin over

the weekend while the concertmaster is out of town for his daughter’s wedding. He might still be here

Monday morning.”

“Would it be wise, having someone of his caliber at a secret wedding?” Chase asked.

“He knows how to keep a secret, Chase.”

“True.” Chase smiled. “Ask Martin. I think it would be an amazing treat to hear him in person.”

He turned to Sabrina. “Is that okay?”

Sabrina nodded, notes of the concerto still echoing in her mind. “Is he an Immortal?” she

whispered to Chase.

Chase laughed. “No. Definitely not. Why?”

“There’s something about his music . . .” She shivered and smiled. “It stays with you.”

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