Ann Parr was thinking about Alexander Rostov again. Alexander was a man like no other she had ever met - blue-eyes, tall, elegant, aloof and enticing at once.
Ann walked over to the window and reflected on the New York capacity. She had always hated crowded urban surroundings with its skyscrapers and occasional patches of green. And yet it was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.
Then she saw something in the street below her, or rather someone. It was the a tall figure of Alexander Rostov.
Ann gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She had just returned from her training, she was sweaty, her hair tousled, her makeup smeared. But not even hours of preparation would give her the shield she needed to face Alexander.
The snowflakes flurried like dandelion seeds before the window.
You have to do this.
Ann grabbed her coat and stepped outside.
Alexander was waiting, standing in the snow and measuring her with an earnest expression.
"Come back to me, Ann."
Ann looked at him, her feelings torn, the pain still raw, the love still there.
"I love you, Alexander, but I can't. Not anymore. Not after what you have done."
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The Longest Night
ChickLitWhen Ann Parr is invited to join the ballet ensemble of the Bolshoi Theater in Moscow, she believes that all her dreams are about to come true. Her mind full of hopes and dreams she leaves behind her native New York to settle in Russia's capital. Bu...
