I can’t believe she actually did that… nobody was ever supposed to bring up the accident, especially at the dinner table. My resolve for revenge was solidly in my mind before I even finished the thought. “How distasteful …a tragedy that could have easily been prevented had your mother not been so careless,” she said scornfully.
I snarled under my breath, ignoring her superior look. “Shut up,” I hissed. I’d show her- I’d finish what my poor mother had started.
Maia smirked at me innocently from across the table, and I had to sit on my hands to stop them from shaking. Maia’s husband looked uncomfortable “Uh, so, you’re a dancer, right?” he says, looking at me, his eyes urged me to move on the conversation. “Why, yes, I am,” I blurted out. He had a doubtful gaze. He then spoke, “I work for this agency that is looking for a dancer to hire. Would you like to join?” I could not believe it, seemingly, neither could [name_f]Maia[/name_f]. “I would love to,” I said, and “Meet me tomorrow at [name_f]Rose[/name_f] Avenue, 5pm,” he replied.
[name_f]My[/name_f] plan was fool proof. I’d infiltrate the inner workings of the company that had ended my mother’s life- there was only one problem, though. I had never danced before. I made myself grin at him, but my mind was walking in overdrive, trying to figure out how I could learn in less than 24 hours. “Of course,” I murmured.
“Wonderful,” He spoke, placing his arm around Maia’s shoulder. I felt uncomfortable under his piercing green gaze- it seemed like he could see straight through my soul, and into my thoughts.
As he and Maia left that evening, I leveled glares at her behind everyone else’s back. She grinned mockingly at me; she knew all too well that I couldn’t dance. Graceful was the last word anyone would use to describe me- I was a fighter, not a dancer. And now I was in trouble.
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I walked down [name_f]Rose[/name_f] Avenue, my eyes scanning the street, looking for that awful woman’s husband. He seemed to materialise out of thin air, stepping out from behind a pillar with extravagant flourish. A knowing grin unfolded across his face. “And here I was, not thinking you’d show up,” he spoke gently.
“I said I would,” I snapped, then made an effort to soften my voice. It wasn’t him I was mad at.
He clicked his tongue, glancing at me unimpressed. “My dance studio is just down the street- would you like to take a look inside?”
I winced internally, a shiver of fear running down my spine. “Of course,” I said, my voice sweet.