Mother’s admonition be damned, he could afford to marry whomever he chose. If only he would choose! It was the peak of the season and no one had turned his head.
Pacing in the garden, the tinkle of a pianoforte floated through the air from his neighbour’s house. Played with such feeling, the tune at once buoyed his spirits and echoed his melancholy.
He found himself rapping on the door, shown into the parlour. “Lord Davenport, pray tell, who is playing your pianoforte?”
“Allow me to present my daughter, Miss Davenport.”
His future had been right next door all along.
NYC Midnight 2022 100 word microfiction
First Round prompts: historical fiction/playing piano/peal
A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle 
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