Last day.
Contemporary.
I learned technique and background during Friday’s contemporary class that was enlightening, and today’s is even better. The instructor demonstrated a sensational move I"m itching to try. Maybe I"ll return to Madame Solierre"s contemporary program with a better attitude.
After class finishes, I run back to my room, flying through the door. I can’t wait to perform my contemporary solo. It’s a very different feeling than on Friday.
"Relax, Gen," Nadia says.
I throw my stuff on the bed. "I have to get to the caf—"
"John ordered us room service again. Didn"t you notice the cart?"
Nope. I breathe a sigh of relief and walk towards it. "He"s wonderful."
"Yes, he is."
The first night here, I caught her up on what was happening between him and me. It felt good t
