No Apologies, No Regrets
The rhythm pulsed gently through the room, guiding couples across the polished marble floor.
Beauty stood at the edge of the room, adjusting the sheer sleeves of her ivory rehearsal gown. “I’m too tired to dance,” she said suddenly, pressing her palm to her forehead in a dramatic gesture. “Fedora, you know the steps. Please take my place.”
Fedora blinked. “Oh no, I...” Her heart pounded. “This is your moment. I’m just... coordinating.”
Beauty tilted her head, voice sweeter but firm. “Please. I don’t want to stop the flow of this rehearsal. Everyone’s watching. You already taught me the steps, and I know you can do it.”