𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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MARIA
"What do you mean 'you can't make it'? This is one of the most important rehearsals, Maria, everyone is going to be there! I can't get you out of this with Madame Rodriguez teaching! If I have to drag you here, I will - please don't make this hard for me and come!" Iris whined over the phone, her voice full of desperation.
It was early morning, not long until I was supposed to attend Dream which of course had frustrated Iris.
I sighed. Leaving wasn't even an option; there was no way I could leave Amalia at the hospital after what happened. Rehearsals would have to wait.
"You're the manager, Iris!" I hissed quietly, glancing around and hoping no one was listening. I looked out the window, mentally groaning. "I can't come so figure it out for me!"
She whined again like a child and pleaded, "Riaaa! Please, I don't want to be murdered today! That woman is so scary - scarier than you when you don't sleep! Please, please, please get your butt over here! Why can't you just tell me why you can't come?"
I sighed again, gently rubbing my forehead. It had been quite a busy night, I wasn't sure that I had even slept much on that hospital sofa. My back was aching and my muscles were sore - I hadn't done my usual evening stretches and could feel the consequences of it.
"I'm not changing my mind, I can't come to practice today, Iris. I'll catch up later-"
All of a sudden, the phone was snatched from my hand. A little gasp left me as I turned with wide eyes only to see Leonardo, seriously looking at me while saying in a stern tone, "she'll be there within an hour, Iris."
As soon as he swiftly hung up the phone and handed it to me, I glared at him. "Why are you making decisions for me? I am not going-"
"Yes you are," he sharply interrupted, his eyebrows narrowed and a strict look on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows, placing my phone back into my pocket. "Amalia is still-"
