At school hour, everywhere looked empty. The young princess wished to see the ordinary life, so Chloe brought her to Abby's dance studio.
"Why are you here??" Miss Abby stood with her hands at her hips, her eyes glared at the two girls.
"This is my friend from Europe. I wish to show her where I danced." Chloe answered, still a little intimidated by Abby.
"Haven't you done enough to my studio? And where is your mother?" the fat woman looked out the window. Christi has filed a restraining order on Abby, so did a few moms.
"She's not here."
"You're not supposed to be here! Your presence violate the restraining order, it will get both of us into trouble!"
"Please, Miss Abby." Vicky stepped forward and smiled politely. "Chloe has been telling me how well she became a dancer because of you, and my mother is a member of a dance association in Europe. They have been looking for potential dance groups from America for some time now. I thought this is the best place to start."
"And which association is that, young lady? And don't take me a fool because I know all of them!" Abby stared at the young girl with judging eyes.
Vicky produced a card from her purse, Abby looked at the white business card and shook her head.
"I don't read German!"
"There is English at the back."
As if the earth shifted, Chloe saw Abby's large mass swayed a little, putting her hand on the reception desk for support.
"My Mother is the Madam Chairman of The Vienna Black Swan Association, and I am representing her to seek potential dance schools on her behalf." Vicky spoke formally.
Just like that, Abby's jaw dropped. Vienna Black Swan is considering the top brass of dance associations in Europe, even the Russian Bolshoi Ballet falls under its section.
"Fine!" Abby spoke harshly to cover her astonishment. "Look but don't touch! Don't disturb my class and don't take any pictures. I don't wanna get sue again having you here!" Miss Abby turned away, and then turned back and added. "While you are here, grab your friend some jackets to take to her mother. It has my website on it!"
"The ALDC jacket??" Chloe blinked in disbelief.
"Do you see any other jackets here? You know where they are!" the fat woman walked away without turning back.
"What's wrong with her? She didn't even call your name!" Vicky asked.
"She does that. She and my mom didn't get along very well." more like mortal enemies... She wanted to said.
Chloe showed Vicky to the gift store, brought out the jackets, staring at them in deep thoughts.
"Are you all right?" Vicky read her emotion.
"We had to earn these. Some dances for years not getting one."
"Did you have one?"
"Yes." Chloe paused. "But I had to give it back because my mom broke the contract."
"That's terrible!" the young princess frowned.
Vicky reached into the cabinet and scooped up the entire stock.
"What are you doing?" Chloe gasped, the jackets hold the upmost value in the studio.
"Miss Abby said I can have a few. Let's take them all!" Vicky giggled.
Laughing, the two girls ran out carrying all the studio jackets in their hands.
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Dance Moms Bodyguard (5) Protectee
ActionWhat happens when a protector becomes a protectee? Chloe tangled in duty and friendship as she was caught between the person protecting her, and the person she has to protect.
