"You shouldn't trust me, Ria..."
"You don't know when I could ruin you..."
It wasn't easy for the mafia boss, Leonardo Romano to reach the highly respected position of a Don; the sacrifices made were irreversible. Beneath the facade of his emotionle...
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MARIA
That night was one I could never forget.
It was late.
Dream was practically empty asides from a few desperate dancers, practicing with burning, bruised and sore feet, at a constant battle with themselves to reach perfection and rise to the top.
We were part of one of the few scattered throughout the building, earnestly dancing to improve. I always worked hard; back then, I used to stay back at the school, despite coming in the morning, to practice for hours in the evening and early morning, just to become who I was, a glorified star. Nothing was ever handed to me; even though the company was to be mine, I never got any of the benefits of being my mother's daughter.
I had to work harder than anyone else in that school, to prove to others and to myself that I could make it, that I could be what the industry desired. I had been through countless of set backs, disappointing outcomes and abuse from all sorts of people. But I never backed down and fought for what I wanted the most - my dream.
That was part of the reason why I was there so late that evening.
I should've went home. The exhaustion that night was too much. I had been finding it difficult to sleep well those past few days and hadn't been eating right. After struggling to keep up during the lessons, I disciplined myself to stay back and continue practicing to reach the level my peers were quickly approaching.
I was always so tired back then and depressed. There were so many nights where I would cry myself to sleep, bruised and sore, just thinking about the future.
Expecting to be alone that night, as usual I practiced normally, the room was always sweltering hot whenever I finished, the windows blurry and the air stuffy. It wasn't a good enough day if I didn't leave, wincing with every single step I look.
