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Leave You Breathless
Davenport Brothers Book 1
A.M. Guilliams
Prologue
Alora
I paced back and forth in my room.
Would leaving on what could be a pipe dream be worth it in the end?
In my eighteen-year-old mind, I saw no other way out.
My acceptance to three of the most prestigious schools didn’t matter when all I wanted to do was dance.
Did I make myself happy and go out on a whim? Or did I do what I did best and follow the plans my grandmother had laid out for me?
I couldn’t see myself at Yale, Columbia, or Harvard. Those stilted people would make me feel like I was an outsider.
Plus, my grandmother couldn’t afford those schools. I only applied there because she insisted I do so. I didn’t want to be bogged down with thousands of dollars’ worth of debt before my life even began.
Going to any of those schools would be a dream come true for most.
Not me.
Thinking about it made me feel like a caged animal plotting its escape, only knowing there wouldn’t be one.
A stuffy nine-to-five job didn’t appeal to me.
Dancing was my passion.
Dancing was part of my soul.
Even thinking about giving it up sent me into a panic attack that I didn’t know how to escape.
Over the last three weeks, I scrambled to decide what choice I’d make when this day came.
And I’d see the disappointment in my grandmother’s eyes which sent me back to the drawing board every time.
Why did I have to be such a people pleaser?
It was probably because I didn’t want to end up like my mother.
I looked over at my dresser as if it held all the answers when I saw the ballerina snow globe my grandmother had purchased for me for Christmas one year.
The inscription on the front said follow your dreams.
And just like that, I had my answer.
I grabbed the bags off my bed and headed out to my car to place them inside.
“Dancing is going to get you nowhere, Alora. Not in this small town, and certainly not out there in some big city,” my grandmother yelled from the front porch of her Victorian-style home.
I slammed the trunk of my beat-up Honda, saying a silent prayer she’d get me to my next destination.
Las Vegas.
