AVA'S POV
I walked up the stone steps to Tristan Jace's house, my backpack slung over one shoulder with my sheet music stuffed inside.
My uncle had raved about him, said he was the best private piano instructor around, strict and...
AVA'S POV
I walked up the stone steps to Tristan Jace's house, my backpack slung over one shoulder with my sheet music stuffed inside.
My uncle had raved about him, said he was the best private piano instructor around, strict and...