LEONARDO'S POVAs Rosalina walked away from me, my eyes hungrily devoured the sight of her retreating figure. The ethereal glow of the fairy lights gently traced her graceful curves, enhancing her every step. A collision of longing and impatience churned within me, a tempest on the verge of engulfing everything.So, I decided to take a risk, a risk that could potentially sever any connection between us. "You look like a slut in that dress," the words slipped out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think. I wanted to hurt her, to push her as far away from me as possible.Rosalina's steps halted abruptly, and she turned around to face me, her eyes ablaze with anger. "The fuck did you just call me?"I had hit a nerve, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction at her reaction. "Is this how you want to be seen?" I continued, my voice dripping with disdain. "Walking around like some cheap whore, desperate for attention?"Rosalina's nostrils flared, her face contorted with r
ROSALINA'S POVAs I walked into the hall, my drenched state seemed to amplify the silence. Every pair of eyes followed me, their gazes like probing needles. I clutched Leonardo's coat tightly around my body, feeling its weight as a shield against the judgmental stares. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the unspoken truth that hung between us all.I squared my shoulders, suddenly not feeling cold anymore, the embrace of Leonardo's coat offering an unexpected warmth as his lingering body heat clung to the fabric.Nonna rushed forward, "What happened?""I fell into the pool," I said rather dryly before I glared at Leonardo with the suppressed rage simmering within me like the lava seething inside a volcano. "Thanks for lending me your coat, Leo," I faked a smile at him.Leonardo's eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by that smile. "Anytime, sweetheart."His expression revealed a twisted sense of satisfaction, a cruel joy in my discomfort. It was as
ROSALINA'S POVThe mirrored walls reflected my reflection, reminding me of the countless hours I had spent practicing here. And tonight, we were preparing for the most important performance of our lives - Giselle. This was the last day of practice. Three more days to go for the actual performance on stage.I glanced at my dance partner Julian who played the character Albrecht, the male lead. He stood there, tall legs and graceful, his blue eyes focused intently on me. We had been dancing together for three months, and our chemistry on stage was undeniable. But lately, I had been noticing he was being a little suggestive lately offstage. I always thought of him as someone who was overly friendly, like a human version of golden retriever.Regardless of what he was feeling for me, or not feeling for me, I wanted a purely platonic relationship between us.As the music began to flow through the room, I delicately extended my arm to Julian, and he gently took my hand. We moved in perfect sy
ROSALINA'S POV"Stop the car." I said."Rose...""I said, STOP THE CAR!" I shouted. I was too hurt too to be thinking straight.Initially, I had the urge to open the car door and flee, desiring to escape from his presence. However, I gathered my strength and resolved not to be a coward and hide.I never really cared about who Sebastian spent the night with because I knew he could never love those women.Love.That thing bound people and he was a man who prioritized his duty over his personal life. So I didn't understand why Sebastian would have a change of heart for this particular woman."Who is she?" I questioned, my voice cracking with desperation. "And why her?"Why not me? The girl you spent most of your life protecting?"She is pregnant with my baby and I plan to take responsibility." Sebastian said, with a hint of regret in his voice.Betrayal was a suffocating vine that wrapped tightly around my heart, constricting every beat. Not only did he love this woman, but he even got h
ROSALINA'S POVI faced the dressing room mirror, my reflection a haunting echo of uncertainty. The weight of recent events pressed upon my heart, trapping it in a suffocating embrace. This was meant to be a day of triumph, a grand display of my ballet prowess and boundless passion. Yet, it morphed into a bottomless pit of despair, devouring any flicker of joy in its wake.The stage lights would be merciless, exposing every flaw and emotion etched on my face. I took a deep breath, willing myself to find strength from within, to step onto that stage and embody Giselle, despite the torment that engulfed my heart.But every time I looked into my own eyes, I couldn't help but see Sebastian's face intertwined with my reflection.Time seemed to move both too slowly and too quickly as the minutes counted down to the start of the performance. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but I knew I couldn't let my personal tragedy overshadow the art form I loved so deeply.As I picked up
***ROSALINA'S POVA big round of applause crashed the air, and a torrent of emotions flooded my being as I got off the stage and navigated towards the recesses of the backstage. My heart continued its frenzied pace, fueled by the performance, and the surge of adrenaline only grew more potent with each step I took.It was as if I was living in a fantastical dream, and the mere thought of awakening from it was unbearable. The exhilaration of dancing, the electrifying energy of the crowd, and the sensation of surrendering myself completely to the music – it was a truly unparalleled experience.Upon reaching the backstage area, my eyes roved over the familiar faces of my fellow dancers and the crew. Everyone bore a smile, and their genuine displays of pride and gratitude filled my heart with a comforting warmth."Rosalina, my dear," Madam Marisha said warmly as she approached me, "that was an exceptional performance. You danced with such grace and emotion. I am incredibly proud of you."
ROSALINA'S POVI didn't know where men get the audacity to touch women's bodies like they have some fucking right over it.Julian immediately withdrew his hand off my waist, visibly threatened by Leonardo, his expression shifting from arrogance to defensiveness. "Oh, easy there, tough guy," Julian retorted, taking a step back. "I was just congratulating her on a great performance. No need to get all territorial."Leonardo's jaw tightened, clearly not buying Julian's excuse. "Congratulating or not, keep your hands to yourself," he warned, his eyes never leaving Julian's face. "Otherwise--""That's enough," I shot back. "Both of you."Julian's eyes narrowed, and he scoffed. "Whatever," he said dismissively, though it was evident that he was still seething inside. "Enjoy your bouquet of roses," he added sarcastically before walking away, his pride bruised."You okay?" Leonardo asked, concern evident in his voice as he turned his attention back to me."I am," I replied curtly, glaring a
LEONARDO'S POVWhile walking out of the restaurant with Alessio, Isabella, and Elizabetta, I couldn't resist stealing glances at Rosalina. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the fire in her spirit, and her unapologetic confidence were alluring beyond words. She had a magnetic presence that drew me in, and I found myself captivated by her every move.It was the way she carried herself with that high-and-mighty aura. Some might mistake it for arrogance, but I knew this woman was the epitome of confidence.But there was also a vulnerability beneath her tough exterior that I could relate to, having lost my own mother at a young age. Our shared experience of loss seemed to have lifted a certain barrier between us.With each step, her dark hair swayed gracefully as we strolled down the sidewalk, and I couldn't help but admire her elegance. Despite her initial resistance, I respected her fiercely independent nature. It was a refreshing change from the typical social norms I was accu