𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐋 || 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

Tsinelas - means 'slipper'

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It has been over two weeks since that night at the club. Y/n swore to herself that she'd never set foot in that club again, not even once or twice, due to the incident that had happened. She may not have remembered everything, but her cousin has told her of what happened. Her cousin, Fatima, was kind enough to take her to their aunt's house in the middle of the night instead of her house because if she ever came home drunk, she would've been doomed. It is worse than getting hit by a tsinelas by their aunt, and at least, the pain of being smacked in the butt by a tsinelas is less painful than her mother's words. Words were more rather imprinted into the heart and mind, but a smack of tsinelas? Well, both of the two girls find it funny after.

Today was the day that Princess Royal came to the theatre. Y/n was rather nervous about performing in front of her Royal Highness and her daughter.

She wanted everything to go perfectly. She didn't want to be confronted by shame just because she slipped or made a mistake. She practised day and night, not leaving any single step missed or forgotten. This is the Royal Princess she is to perform, for goodness' sake.

She was anxious. She couldn't stop walking around her dressing room, biting her own nails. 'What if I slipped?', 'What if they left the show unfinished?', 'What if they don't like it?' These were the thoughts that clouded her brain.

Knock, Knock.

The knock made her wince, looking at the door as it opened, revealing Mr Lemmington.

"Y/n, 20 minutes left before your turn."

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Draco was dragged out again from his apartment when Marc came to fetch him. He hadn't gotten out ever since that day at the club when he left without bidding his friends goodbye. Neither of them was aware that time that Y/n and her cousin were there until he called Marc, asking to call Fatima to take Y/n to her aunt's house.

They were seated in one of the opera boxes, near the stage, to get a better view of the show. Just across them was the Princess Royal's box, along with her daughter. Louis had just come back from backstage and sat down on an empty seat between Draco and Marc. He looked rather anxious — anxious that the Princess wouldn't like it. He has been getting himself worked out for the past few weeks preparing for this day. They never stopped practising until the ballet that tells of the story of a princess, who was cursed, became a masterpiece in their eyes. True that he may not have been the one who choreographed the dance, but he was one of the many people who played a big part in the preparation.

"I do not even know why I have to attend this event," Draco grumbled, sulking in his seat.

"Look, Draco, you are here to support Louis, okay? So behave." Marc retorted

Draco only rolled his eyes.

"We are well aware of what happened to you, Draco," Louis spoke. "Why don't you speak to her after the show?"

In fact, they never knew the whole story of what happened. They only knew a small portion of it and didn't even dare to read his mind because they wanted Draco to be the one telling it whenever he was ready. However, the only problem was that Draco had no intention of sharing anything that happened because it'd just bring the pain back even if years would pass by.

"Just sit back and watch the show," Louis added, giving his dear blond friend a friendly pat on the back. "And witness how graceful she is."

Just as the ladies, who played the swans, vanished from the stage, leaving only the man who played Prince Siegfried, the lady who appeared on stage dressed in a white tutu and a feather headpiece with a tiny tiara on it caught the blond man's eyes. His eyes even sparkled from the light on stage. Indeed, he had seen her dance in rehearsals, but he never saw her dressed in a tutu. It reminded him how angelic her beauty could be, how angelic she is every time she smiles.

Y/n, however, could only see pitch black in the sitting areas due to the lights flashing in front of her. So she isn't aware who was there to watch. All she is aware of is that the Princess and her daughter are there to watch.

"Who's that guy?" Was the first thing Draco said. His eyes never left her, who was dancing on stage.

"Mikko," Louis uttered. "One of the best dancers we have. He usually gets partnered up with her. He was the first person she ever partnered up with ever since they came to the company. I heard they were classmates before."

"Well, I heard that he has this tiny bit of crush on her— Ow!" Marc touched his arm, which was hit by the rolled notebook in his hands.

"But she never returned the same feelings for him," Louis added, trying to make Draco feel better, for he sensed that his dear blond friend was getting tensed.

"Didn't she just used to have a cru— Ow! Stop it, Louis." Marc hissed.

"As I was saying, you need not worry, my dear friend," He continued, returning his conversation with Draco. "She still loves you. I assure you."

"But at the same time, mad at him," Louis' wife, Harriet, arrived at the box, after going to the bathroom. "You always add sweet talks instead of speaking of facts, dear husband."

"Why do all of you have to make Draco sad — angry, I think —" He noticed Draco's jaw clenching and his eyes beginning to burn in anger. "And why not look on the bright side, Draco." He gave a friendly pat.

"I'm not mad." Draco scoffed.

"You surely are mad." Marc laughed. "You do not need to deny it, Draco."

"Oh, the two of you shut up," Harriet hit their heads in unison with the brochure in each of her hands. "I'm trying to watch and you will not try and ruin it, and not to mention, the princess can clearly see us here, you fucking idiots, and leave your poor friend alone."

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The lights in front of her on the edge of the stage have dimmed down, allowing the performers' eyes to gaze at the audience, especially her Royal Highness.

The princess and her daughter applauded, followed by the rest of the audience, as Y/n and Mikko took their bow of gratitude. Some were throwing roses on stage whilst one of the assistants gave her a bouquet of roses from the people who appreciated her hard work.

Mikko led her in front after giving a kiss on her hand to let her take her two last bows — one for her royal highness and her daughter and one for the crowd. Oh, how much she felt grateful when they showed adoration for her grace in dancing.

Then there her eyes locked with those cold grey eyes, making her heart yearn for him.