“He’s my fiancé, Edward. Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”
“You’re my brother, I love you regardless, okay?”
Of course she doubted him, but only mentally, for if she she was verbal about it she feared he would burst into tears or something. She sat down on the piano bench, arms crossed as she looked up at her determined brother. Perhaps was not the time to tell him that she had to learn quick, for she was meeting Ciel in a couple of hours.
“A simple song, though anything will do. Please, oh talented brother of mine, the stage is all yours.”
“For Goodness sake, Elizabeth, you’re not marrying him, he is your cousin! Whether I’m jealous or not is truly out of question!”

“If you love me, you’ll just think about how foolish this relationship is and how it affects other people.” He didn’t buy that she was actually romantically with a boy. It was simply too much for his poor overprotective heart to bear. The blond would most certainly be sure to tag along with the couple if he knew about it, as he didn’t trust what the boy could do to his sister if let alone with her. “Well, I can’t teach you ‘anything’. How about Pachelbel’s Canon?”