Newfound Alliance

ROSALINA'S POV

My reflection in the ballet studio's mirror seemed like a fractured image of my own uncertainty. The scent of sweat and effort lingered in the air, a testament to the dancers who had already left. But not me. I couldn't leave, not until I perfected the white swan. The clock's gentle ticking echoed around the room, each second a reminder of the weight on my shoulders.

Then, the door clicked open, and Liora entered. I turned to her, my question slipping out almost instinctively. "Why are you here?"

She greeted me with a frigid expression. "The same reason you're here." She studied me, her eyes critical as she delivered her verdict. "You are trying too hard."

Her words struck me like a slap, and I released a harsh breath, frustration bubbling inside me. "At least I'm trying and not sleeping my way to get a role."

Liora's eyes narrowed sharply, "Are you calling me a slut?"

"Isn't that true?" I taunted. "You two seem pretty close enough to see each other most nights."

Lio