Chapter Ten
Practice Makes Perfect
“Dancers are a work of art – they are the canvas on which their work is painted.”
– Patrick Duffy
Mia and I were awake early the following morning. We had cooking duty, which we did diligently. We kept stealing glances at each other, and though we tried to keep it private, it was soon obvious that everyone knew. Helen smiled and nodded in appreciation, while several people just winked at me. It was hard to keep from blushing, and finally I just stopped trying. This was who I was, and it was nice that people appreciated and approved. That was enough.
Following breakfast, we went to our dance class. Our instructor was a slender, gorgeous Turkish woman named Sefa. She was dressed in shimmering green harem pants and blouse with an overlay of yellow silk
