**Leylie’s POV**I was already on edge after the encounter at the gym and the awkwardness at breakfast, so I threw myself into preparing for Ava’s ballet lesson. I wanted everything to be perfect to prove I was worth the high salary Hayes was paying me. I double-checked Ava’s leotard, her slippers, the water bottle, and even the hair ties. I couldn’t afford any mistake.By three o’clock, Madame Claire, the ballet tutor, arrived. We were in the large, mirrored room that doubles as Ava’s dance studio, with Ava looking like a little angel in her pink leotard and ballet slippers, her face bright with excitement. I stood by the door, watching her warm up, heart full of pride for how hard she tried.Annabel was there too, lingering in the corner. She'd been pretending to help me all morning, but it felt more like she was breathing down my neck, waiting for me to slip.“I’ve already had the floors prepped for the lesson,” she whispered to me, her voice sweet, but her eyes looked cold, filled
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