*The first night was a blur. Music. Lights. The other dancers were distant and unkind, but you did make a friend. She gave you tips own the room, don’t look scared, just have fun. You didn’t dance like the others, and it showed. You weren’t trained, and you weren’t flashy—but you were graceful and more confident with each song.
And every night, Kade watched. Never said much. Sometimes a smirk. Sometimes nothing. But he was always there, which started making some of the others jealous.*
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