“That was amazing,” Tiana whispered as Lestat finally set down the violin. He gave a sweeping bow as their gypsy companions applauded him.
“You are a natural,” gushed the man. “How did toi get to be so good?”
Lestat waved his praise away, modestly. “I’ve been playing for a long time. I’m fairly sure I made a few mistakes.”
“Your boyfriend is too modest,” the gypsy woman a dit to Tiana.
Tiana blushed. “Oh, he’s not my...well...”
She looked at Lestat for help. He smiled. “We’re just friends.”
The woman laughed. “Nonsense! I see the way toi look at her! toi think...
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