This room must have seen its share of laughter and magical evenings.
For a moment she closed her eyes and envisioned the wonderful space filled with couples twirling to a waltz, or following the measures of a quadrille.
“The musicians. I wonder where they’d be?” She opened her eyes and looked around for a gallery, but saw none.
“Well, let’s see now…” Perry prowled toward the far end. “This looks interesting…”
Grace frowned as she walked to him. “What are you doing? Don’t break anything, Perry.”
“I won’t.” He was fiddling with something in the centre of a panel. Suddenly it seemed the entire wall split in two halves, each sliding away from each other.
“Good God,” she gasped.
“Hidden doors to go with the hidden screen,” he said, turning with a grin. “I’ve seen these before, but none so well done.” He turned to observe the space he’d revealed. “And here’s where your musicians would have played.”
It was indeed.
It could also have been a small theatre, since there was plenty of room for a stage. She was entranced, but what caught her eye and drew her in past Perry was what sat on the top of the dais within.
A beautiful grand piano.
