Not long after she participated in the competition, she had the car accident, and since then, she hadn't been able to return to the stage.
Julissa gazed at the painting of herself, feeling a sense of fate between her and Scott. At the same time, her heart was filled with a strong desire—she longed to be that little swan on the stage again.
But she knew it was no longer possible.
"I remember Assistant Hickman used to dance ballet. Do you know this dancer?" Scott asked, gazing at her profile.
"...No," her voice was hoarse, tinged with a slight nasal tone.
She didn’t want Scott to know that she was the one in the painting. If he found out, it would be terribly awkward for her. He might think it was embarrassing—how could he hang a picture of his assistant on his wall? He would probably t
