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Madam Angelica

It was almost nighttime.

The sun gradually retried for the moon to assume its rightful position in the night sky, scanty of stars.

The Ballet Academy was done for the day, and stepping out with clear exhaustion boldly written on her face, a sigh fell from the lips of Madam Angelica.

The middle-aged Italian woman was also the last to leave the Academy. Apart from the guards positioned by its gates, no one else was there.

Today, with the senior class ballet dancers absent, her full attention was on the junior ones.

Though they had teachers, being the senior mistress, her supervision was highly needed.

The senior class of the Ballet Academy was mandated to take the rest of the week on. Why?

On Saturday being the weekend, the tryouts entailing a few top-notch schools that specialized in ballet like themselves would commence.

The tryouts would transpire in the W Empire.

Of course, the rest of the class apart from Francess and Tessa would attend; Maria possibly couldn't participate.
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