It's Only Water

Audrey

I looked wistfully at the almond croissant that the waitress set down in front of Madeleine. “God, I would kill for one of those,” I groaned. It wasn’t just that this café did some of the best pastries in all of Paris. Or the world, really. I was also just hungry, like I seemed to always be these days.

I wrapped my hands around my plain green tea, as though I was trying to keep myself from reaching out and snitching a bite of the other dancer’s dessert. There was a reason that I hadn’t ordered anything other than tea for myself, I knew.

It was strange. It used to be second nature for me to stick to the strict diet that they had me on for dance. I had always known that I wanted to land lead roles in global productions. I had always known that I wanted the spotlight. That had always comforted me when I had to give up sweets and treats and other things that I wanted.

Things had been much harder since I had come back from North Carolina. Maybe it was the fact that I had cheated on