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“The villain always loses.”
“In Disney films. In your ballet performances, perhaps. In real life, however, the villain is the one who always wins.”
This man has absolutely no regard for morality or societal standards. While I’m not shocked such people exist, I’ve only met them in ballet. The spiteful mean girls—and boys. I’ve never met a person with a destructive mindset who wouldn’t hesitate to use a gun.
It makes him even more dangerous.
I lift my chin. “But wouldn’t you eventually be killed by a villain just like yourself?”
“Probably. Until then, I’ll do what I do best.”
“Which is?”
“Nothing you should worry about.Yet. Now, back to you, prima ballerina, when did you come to the States?”
I empty half the glass, needing more loosening of my nerves. “When I was five.”
“With whom?”
“My grandmother raised me.”
“The American one, I assume.”
“Yes.”
“Is she still alive?”
“She passed away a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all. It’s more like those apathetic condolences people offer.
“If you were sorry, you’d stop asking me these questions.”
“Any other family members?” he continues as if I said nothing.
“None.”
“Friends?”
“No.” I finish the wine, refusing to tell him about Luca. That’s my secret from the world.
He slides his glass across the table, and I’m once again drawn to the masculine fingers and how they casually wrap around it, how his nonchalance is as breathtaking as his actions. “I understand now.”
I pour more wine to stop myself from ogling him. “Understand what?”
“The loneliness in your eyes. You managed to transform it and translate it with your body language on the stage. That is very creative.”
“I’m not lonely.” My voice lowers at the end, betraying my defensiveness.
“If you say so.”
“I’mnot. I have…I have three million followers on Instagram.”
“Wow. Impressive.”
“Stop mocking me.”
“Wasn’t that the reaction you were hoping for? Validation by showcasing your fake followers?”
