Tainted

ROSALINA'S POV

I reached down for my toes in a long, satisfying stretch, The echo of the ballet studio fills with the gentle rustle of my breaths and the faint scent of worn wooden floors

Stacy's voice broke through my reverie, a burst of vibrant energy that seemed to bounce off the walls. "We are gonna pick you up at seven, sounds good?"

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the 'party' Stacy had been gushing for a week. I had nearly given up on the idea, but I figured my days were turning repetitive, so a break from ballet's rigidity wouldn't hurt. Plus, I missed wearing flashy dresses, tall heels, and bold makeup.

"Yep, I'll text you the address," I said with a friendly smile that I always seemed to have to fake with these two. Maybe it was just me, but these two felt too artificial, too...

Fake.

Nina's voice piped up, "Oh, and the color theme is red, so you should wear red to the party."

I chuckled at that. "Alright, I'll humor you guys with a red dress."

Suddenly, the studio's a