Daphne's POV The past few days had been a blur. Between discovering my roots, confronting Hillary, and the storm of emotions that followed, I barely had time to breathe. Yet, somehow, life was still moving forward, dragging me along with it. The ballet contest loomed ahead, just a week away, and I couldn’t afford to fall apart now. Not when everything seemed to hang on this performance.This morning, I stood alone in the rehearsal room Oliver had helped transform for me, staring at my reflection in the wide mirror. The wooden floors gleamed under the light, but my face told a different story—dark circles under my eyes, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Still, I tied the satin ribbons of my pointe shoes tighter, determined to push through.The music began, soft at first, then swelling, and I let my body move. Every pirouette, every plié, every leap was heavier than the last. My legs ached, my muscles screamed, but I refused to stop. Sweat trickled down my back, stinging my skin, but
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