Chapter Eleven – Learning Etiquette

I find a pair of folded black leggings in my drawer and a sports bra in another drawer. I glance in the mirror, and I am pleased with how well I look. You might think I am conceited, but I am not. I do not think of myself as better than anyone else. It is just a matter of fact. My blonde hair is down to my waist; I have beautiful curves and am about 5'7" tall. To achieve the ballerina effect, I've put my hair in a ponytail and then twisted it in a bun. My ballet shoes are at the gym, so I am not wearing any shoes now.

Running downstairs, trying not to stub my bare toes. I enter the gym. I see several young wolves exercising in the gym. A few people watched me as I entered the ballet room, some of whom smiled at me. The guy on a tread mill winked at me flirtatiously. I smiled, blushed, and looked away from him. Good thing Nicolas wasn't here. Talk about anger issues, that guy has them when guys notice me.

Sitting on the floor, I put on the ballet slippers she gave me.