It was a bright and sunny morning.
Giselle energetically appeared in the dance studio at Harrings University.
After the dramatic weekend experience and a good rest, she was full of inspiration. The choreographic theme that had been troubling her, which involved integrating three dance styles into one, had finally started to take shape.
She gracefully stretched her arms, her elegant and fluid dance moves reflected in the large mirror.
As the dance ended, applause came from outside the door.
“This choreography is really well done, Gigi.”
Clarice walked in, followed by Roger.
“It's absolutely perfect, Miss Gallardo.”
Roger exited the recording interface on his phone and put it in his pocket.
“Thank you, Clarice and Roger.” Giselle happily and affectionately hugged Clarice.
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