Giselle

ROSALINA'S POV

I 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