Cassandra's Song

“I’ll check my calendar, and let you know. But I think we can work something out.”

Andrew nodded, pleased. “And I’ll submit your name to the committee. It’s just a formality. I’m sure they’ll approve.”

Antonio cast another searching glance at Cassie and said with a hint of merriment, “I’ll sing, Cassandra, on one condition.”

“What’s that?” she asked with a note of caution.

“That you accompany me on the piano.”

Cassie sank back in her seat. “Oh, I couldn’t.”

Antonio squeezed her hand. “Of course you can. We will do a marvelous duet together. Everyone will be enchanted.”

Andrew’s grin deepened. He broke into silent applause. “Wonderful! Splendid! I’ll arrange everything. The two of you will make beautiful music together!”

“Daddy!” cried Cassie in the scolding, horrified tone she reserved for her father’s worst blunders.

“It’s just a figure of speech, muffin,” he said in his most conciliatory voice. But privately, seeing the two of them together—his darling daughter and her handsome tenor—he had a feeling this was the beginning of something more than a musical duet. God willing, it was the blossoming of a rare and beautiful relationship.