Dionne
I was still catching my breath, the lingering adrenaline from the performance buzzing through me, when I felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around me.
“Dionne!” Violet’s voice came through, practically squealing in my ear. She squeezed me hard, nearly toppling us over as I tried to steady us both. “You were amazing out there! Especially that last move!”
Her hug caught a few stares, but she didn’t seem to notice, and I didn’t care. For once, I’d gotten through a performance without messing up, and it actually felt good.
“You think people noticed?” I whispered, almost not daring to hope.
“I noticed,” she said softly, a warm smile spreading across her face. I couldn’t help but smile back.
We’d just settled down when Zara and her entourage glided over to us. Their sentimental sweet
