Allison POVAfter Alex started accompanying me, I noticed that he would stealthily check his phone every day and then be lost in thought. Although he always quickly covered it up, I was very familiar with him.I thought he probably got a call or a text from his family.Alex didn't reply to them each time, so the texts and calls kept piling up, almost to the point where he had to turn his phone off when he was with me.He didn't want me to spot it, or to notice that he was troubled by the phone calls and texts.Our journey was full of joy, as we had expected it to be when we were young.But I knew I couldn't keep dwelling on the memories of my youth.I was no longer filled with the simple yearning for love like I was when I was young. When people grow up, they would always think more and have more things on their minds.Like how my younger self might have rejected Damien, holding Alex's hand firmly and standing by him, believing nothing could tear us apart, but now I would choos
I accepted Elena's invitation.In Victoria, there were many children who liked ballet, and their eyes were filled with love for it during training.I loved teaching them to dance. As I looked at their smiling faces, I knew why some ballet dancers chose to become teachers.Becoming an excellent ballet dancer was indeed a joy, but discovering more people who loved ballet, teaching them, and watching them aspire to become excellent ballet dancers was also a very fulfilling thing. This was another way of loving ballet.I did my best to teach them the dance techniques I had learned, to adjust their movements for them, and to encourage them when they were tired and sad from training. It made me happy.Looking at the young girls, I thought of Olivia and Daniel every day.Susan would take care of them for me, but that didn't stop me from missing them every day.What were Olivia and Daniel doing now? Had my mother woken up? If she had, would she be disappointed and sad not to see me?Wo
"Hey, just trying to make conversation. Don't leave so quickly." The man was still reluctant, rushing over to grab my arm and speaking to the bartender on his own. "Another cocktail for this lady. She's not ready to leave yet.""Take your hands off. Your behavior is extremely rude." I struggled."Come on. Aren't you following the news about wealthy men? I'm a mutual friend of Damien and Alex, just as rich."A mutual friend of Damien and Alex? If Damien and Alex heard this man's lie, their expressions would be as terrifying as if they had swallowed a fly.They didn't have any mutual friends, and even if they did, they wouldn't be here, dressed in cheap clothes and harassing a lady who was about to leave.I saw the bartender's face was difficult but dared not to stop. Perhaps this man was a somewhat famous ruffian.When I was helpless, Antonio Gatti suddenly appeared, standing between me and the man."Please, this is harassment. If you continue to pester, I will call the police."
My first encounter with Antonio left a positive impression on me, but it seemed he was even more taken with me.Every time I visited the training class, I could see him warmly greeting me, his smile genuine and friendly, creating anticipation for a wonderful day.His warm and friendly demeanor was not just toward me but extended to the entire town, which made him quite popular.The children in the training class adored Antonio. They told me that after wrapping up their day's training and walking down the stairs, the most anticipated moment was seeing Antonio's smiling face. He often placed a candy jar on the table by the door during the time the children finished their training, with a sign that read "Free Tasting".The children said it was Antonio's reward for their hard work. When I inquired about it, he just scratched his head shyly and said, "Do they think so? I just thought they might want to replenish some sugar after training. If it motivates their training, that would be gr
"Allison, perhaps you like Tuscan pine nut candy?" My student handed me a bag of candy, looking at it with some reluctance."I do like it, but if you want to eat it, I think neither Antonio nor I would have minded," I said with a smile, noticing her craving for the candy.I was used to Antonio giving candies to the students to pass on to me, but for these little sweet tooths, it might have been a kind of torment.Antonio's way of expressing his fondness was to give me what he thought would bring happiness, whether it was the candy itself or something on the candy wrapper."No, I can't eat it. There's even a message from Tony for you today!" My student forcefully handed the candy to me. "Allison, you haven't even read it yet. If I just take it away like this, it would be very impolite."Then she reluctantly returned to the group in rehearsal.I held up the bag of candy, and there was a small card attached to the packaging. When I opened the card, Antonio's handwriting was clearly
Being with Tony was very natural and smooth, and our life together was plain but not dull, with a sense of happiness that belonged to ordinary people.Since we kissed, Tony had let me call him by a nickname. He finally made a bold move, feeling that our relationship was close enough, and made a request to me.Although Tony had no beautiful jewelry to give me, nor did he use his own injuries to make me feel heartache for him, he would still do his best to make me happy.He looked at me with loving eyes while I was teaching the children ballet, watching me surrounded by children. Even when we were together, he never disturbed me, respecting my life and work.He would only present me with a beautiful sunflower during my rest time, then wait for me to give him a smile.It was one he had planted in his own courtyard.Tony said that the sunflower was a flower that grew positively toward the sun, and he hoped that the sunflower he gave me could bring a positive effect to me.After hear
Allison Claire's POVA message from Dr. Eleanor Fitzgerald popped up on my phone.I was studying ballet at New York University but had been missing classes for a month or two due to my part-time job. At this very moment, I didn't even need to check the message to know its content. [Allison Claire, I'm sorry to bother you, but NYU's Tisch School of the Arts has attendance rules. Other professors have noticed your absence. If this continues, the school will have to give you a warning... You have a special talent for ballet, and we would hate to see you leave.] I checked my inbox—it was flooded with emails from other professors asking why I hadn't been to class."This is awful." My voice was still a bit strained from crying the night before. I didn't want to ruin my attendance record or disappoint my professors, but I was at a loss for a better solution to my current troubles. I responded to each email, expressing my apologies for missing classes but avoiding any c
Damien Ravenclaw's mansion was truly breathtaking. As I entered with the dance troupe, I couldn't help but feel awestruck. "Wow, look at that huge stage they've set up just for our performance! Is he some kind of royalty?" whispered someone in the troupe. As the dancers chatted quietly about Damien, I learned he had a background quite different from mine. He had graduated from Stanford, his father was a math professor at the university, and his mother taught humanities. Known for his exceptional skills in numbers since childhood, Damien swiftly rose to become a renowned senior trader in the finance world. People now hailed him as the undefeated Wall Street legend. Damien was indeed a remarkable billionaire, veiled in mystery.In the month leading up to the banquet, I dedicated myself to rehearsals with the troupe. We were gearing up for a performance of "Swan Lake," a beloved ballet classic. The troupe leader had entrusted me with the challenging dual roles of the White Sw