Chapter Twenty-one - The second practice

The second practice hadn't been anything special, just dancing under supervision, letting Amara list each step and its mechanics. Declan didn't know dance jargon. He just did the steps as Amara taught him and forgot the names she'd tried to drill into his head, paid attention to her movements and loved being a part of them. Today, finally, was the performance Lucas wanted.

Declan was dressed, styled, and perfected before he met up with Amara five minutes before their performance started. A nameless escort walked him to the performance room and back to a hidden corner, thanks to a curtain blocking most of the room off. Amara stood behind the curtain and Declan's heart skipped a beat, tripping over the next few until he coughed it back into rhythm. "Amara?" he breathed at the vision she had become.

Her hair was curled, sprayed into place, makeup graced her face and Declan wondered if Michaelangelo himself had come down to paint a final masterpiece on her cheeks, lips, eyes, everything.