Sin BravelyChapter 43
"Eva. You may come in," Mozart said, looking up from his desk with a paternal smile. He wore his reading glasses and was still dressed, but without his jacket and tie. He wore a lavender robe, the sash knotted around his waist, as was the old man's custom in the evening. Mozart was nearing seventy now, three years after Eva had first met him, but he looked the same to her eyes. She sometimes thought he'd always been exactly so; never young, but born old and endless as if he were a...