Beren listened intently to Sophia's music, he loved music and her playing was wonderful. Her soft touch, the delicate way she played the strings as if she were playing on his very heart. Music entranced him like nothing else and few people could do what Sophia had done. Spun a web of music of loveliness that could ensnare him. He made a mental note to have a better harp brought to his place so she could play while he played on his piano. He imagine them making music together, the thought brought a smile to his face. To share ones life with another and ones music, could the soul ask for more? Their eyes met a few times, it was strange the hold Sophia had on him, they had barely met and talked, shared a dance and all the sudden they were kissing and Beren was falling madly in love. Beren was pleased that Sophia would be staying at his place, he had told Mrs. Carlington that his niece Vivian would arrive tomorrow and would be staying at least a fortnight. He had left room for her to stay longer. He was pretty sure if he needed to he could connivence Mrs. Carlington that Vivian was so pleased with Sophia's company and the city she wished to extend her stay.<br/><br/>As Sophia ended her song Beren clapped politely. "You play very well indeed Miss Carlington. I dare say I have not heard your equal."<br/><br/>Beren smiled and told Mrs. Carlington he would be happy to attend the opera with them tonight, he had also told her that he would send the carriage early tomorrow for Sophia. He wanted her at his place as soon as possible.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Elenar stood in front of her dressing table making sure everything was in place. The Carlingtons were going to the opera tonight and that was where Elenar would make her move, as a regular in society her and her families friendship would be a good thing for the Carlingtons and their rising in the eye of society. Her maid set her hair in a elegant bun. Elenar was pleased and made her way to the carriage.<br/><br/>Her and her family had their orders and they would all become friendly with the Carlington's, her mother was fond of conversation and gossip, but at least she knew how to hold her tongue. Her father woudl speak with Mr. Carlington and Elenar would get Sophia. They stood at the common area waiting for the Carlington's everything was planned and would move like clock work.