You're Perfect, Doreen

Her stay there was short yet thrilling since he was equally excited that she landed the spot as one of the ballet dancers.

“I don't want you doubting yourself, Tessa. You're a once-in-a-lifetime ballerina — those were the words of the B.O.D."

Truly, she felt a creeping, and becoming significant, feeling that she wasn't worthy of that spot. None made her feel that way yet… Mere glancing or even acknowledging Francess' existence introduced that vile feeling.

But after listening to Klaus' words, she felt a bit relieved. Tessa, yet to inform her parents about this, immediately rushed to Doreen's penthouse from the hospital.

It was nighttime, and as the spine-chilling gusts of winds became incessant, she pelted into the living room.

“Doreen! Doreen!” Tessa continuously called, and her voice alone could tell anyone she was freaking fervid.

“Doreen!” Quickly she began her ascension up the curved staircase and soon was hurrying through the carpeted hallway.

The chauffeur was certain his