Chapter 11

Rosalie’s POV The graceful elegance of the white and gold piano reminded me of the one my mother used to have. The thought was both painful and pleasant at the same time. It had been so long since I touched any instruments. Until recently, I had forgotten that music used to be such an important and joyful part of my life. Thinking over the memory, I slid onto the golden stool and let my fingers brush over the keys. It only took me a few moments to get used to playing again, but once I did, I was totally immersed in the melody. It was like reuniting with a dear old friend with whom you could immediately reconnect emotionally, no matter how long it had been since you'd seen each other. I may have been sold to a ruthless Alpha—but this was still my life. The people here were not all awful or hurtful toward me. In fact, many of them cared for me, although I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve their kindness, especially Estrella and Vicky. When I was free and left here, I would mis