The sound of soft classical music filled the air, the dance instructor was moving from barre to barre, inspecting them with stern eyes,"...now reverse. rise and test your balance," His voice echoed loudly, and they followed his instructions, "Open to first, Repeat with a second and finish off with a four-count side bend, right, left. And a nice full rond de corps." She let her eyes flutter close, allowing her body to take control of the steps, dancing ballet was the only thing she was grateful to her mother for. It was like she was another person entirely when she danced, in that moment, her body was no longer hers. It moved and flowed with the emotions evoked by the music being played. She didn't feel like a caged bird anymore. She was free to spread her wings and fly."No, no, no. You're getting it wrong, Louisa. Drop the hip." Her eyes flew open as the music stopped, flitting in the direction of the instructor. He had a disapproving look on his face as he glared down at the
"Matt?" He embraced her before she could say another word. Her entire frame stiffened underneath his touch, eyes wide in shock. When he pulled back, he had a soft smile on his face,"Hey, I'm glad I caught you." He extended the bouquet towards her and she looked between him and the flowers, "I heard your favourite was lilies." Her nose scrunched instinctively but she accepted the flowers, pretending to smile. The truth was, she hated flowers, especially lilies. She'd never known why but that was how it'd always been, a natural distaste for them. But nobody knew that,Nobody except her mother. And her mother had always told her that beautiful women were supposed to like flowers, so she made her lie and pretend like she liked flowers."Thank you." She said softly, balancing the heavy bouquet in her hands. She didn't miss the way his eyes kept flickering to Louisa or the way her cheeks pinkened at the attention.A flare of jealousy shot into her heart and she slid sideways, blocking hi
"No, that color is too bright. Next one!" The costume designer nodded, moving towards the clothing rack to select another dress. Her mother leaned forward, brushing the hairs on her eyebrow gently,"I'm not satisfied with the makeup." Aurora blew out a breath. The woman was never satisfied with anything. This was the third time tonight that she was doing her makeup, her mother either had a problem with the contour or the shade of foundation used. Aurora was exhausted, at the rate they were going, she was bound to fall asleep at the gala."You look older and the lipstick is too bold, I think we should-""Decide on the clothes you want me to wear so that they can match my makeup?" She cut in hastily, trying hard to contain the anger bubbling inside her chat. Her mother froze mid-speech, jaw hanging slack. "That's actually a good idea."She breathed out as her mother disappeared behind the curtains, giving her the quiet time she longed for. Aurora sank into the chair, resting the nape
They remained like that for a while, their lips touching but not moving. His arms came around her waist and tugged her closer,"How did you get here?" She pushed back so she could see his face clearly.He dropped his hand from her face, his plump lips curled into a smirk. She eyed his outfit with a skeptical look, he wasn't dressed for the occasion instead donning black ripped jeans and sneakers paired with a polo shirt and leather jacket, she wondered how he was permitted to get in. "I snuck in, through the fence." She thought he was being serious until she noticed the glint in his eyes, "I came to see you." Her brows rose to her forehead and a small squeal left her lips as his arms went around her and tugged again, "Why?" "I missed you." He buried his face into her neck, peppering light kisses on her sink. She sighed softly, tilting her head to give him better access, "It's been days." His fingers dug into her waist, nails piercing through the light material of her gown. "Ryan,"
"Go on then," Aunty Clara said tightly, "Explain." Aurora licked her lips nervously, her fingers fiddling with the crystals on her clutch purse. Her heart pounded so hard, she could feel it in her ears."Explain yourself, Aurora!" She snapped, taking one step forward, "Explain why you decided to get yourself drunk and hid in here!"Wait, what?She blinked, taken aback by her aunt's words, "What?"Aunty Clara sighed loudly, rushing towards her. Her silver dress sparkled under the moonlight and her fingers wrapped around Aurora's arm, it elicited a sharp gasp from her,"Your mother is livid. Your father has men looking everywhere for you and frankly, nobody is happy with your disappearance."To say that she was confounded would be an understatement. She was totally astounded, her mouth opened and close a couple of times but no words came out. Aunty Clara sighed again, her hand falling on Aurora's wrist instead,"We have to go now before an Amber alert is announced." She moved quickly,
Aurora stayed frozen in place, watching how her mother walked forward, pointing a shaky finger at Evan and then at her father."What is he doing here?" It was obvious that the woman was trying to rein in her temper, "Why is he in my HOME!?" Her father placed a hand on her shoulder and she flinched slightly, "Miriam, calm down and listen to me." Aurora stepped away from him and he turned to look at her but she looked away. Her eyes fell on her brother instead, he still stood there, smirking at all of them. "Listen to you!?" Her mother whipped around to face him, "You want me to listen to you? Okay, I'm listening. Tell me what this-this," She gestured to Evan with disdain, "Thing is doing here."Evan scoffed, shaking his head although there was amusement in his features, the dark kind. Aurora looked at her father too, she was also interested in what he had to say. He nervously rubbed his hands together, giving each of them a small smile, "Evan here is going to be staying with us for
The sound of forks and knives scraping against the china was the only sound accompanying the silence of the dining room. To say that this was an awkward breakfast would be an understatement of the century."Here, eat this," Her mother passed the bowl containing chopped cucumbers, mushrooms and carrots.Aurora mumbled a thank you and begrudgingly accepted the mini bowl, pouring a little of the content on her salad. Her mother smiled tightly, before returning to her meal. Aurora longingly stared at the items on the table, there were plates of sandwiches, pancakes with syrup dribbling from them, a large jar of Apple juice, some bacon and a large sugar cream pie sitting in the centre of it all. She looked back at her miserable leafy greens and a lump knotted in her throat. Aurora sighed as she poked around the vegetables, the urge to eat suddenly gone. "So honey, Maria Claire invited both of us to the golf course later this evening." Her mother piped up, staring fixedly at her father.
The moment Aurora stepped into the institute, she rushed into the dressing room and changed before hitting one of the empty classrooms. When Mozart's 'Fur Elise' came up on the music box, she moved into a resting position and closed her eyes, inhaling softly through her nose. She counted slowly, from ten backwards. It was a mantra she did each time before dancing, something her ballet master taught her. When she reached one, her eyes snapped open, And then she danced. Aurora moved with passion, all the pent-up anger that had been brewing inside her chest, she pushed into her steps. Her toes glided and bounced from the hardwood but she never stopped. As the song drew to an end, she did a fouetté continuously until it ended. Her heart thumped loudly, each heavy breath expelled through her nose, Someone clapped loudly, breaking the quietness. She looked towards the source of the noise and her brows furrowed when she caught sight of the blonde grinning brightly at her, "That was ab