(#1 Book in the dance series)
Estelle Beaufort, a 25y/o Academy student that dropped out of her university on impulse and regrets it till this day. She tried finding jobs but ended up in a place she despised. The popular stripjoint "The Pink Rose"...
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It's nearly Halloween and I'm feeling more excited by the day. Kirsi had contacted me weeks ago, letting me know she was throwing a Halloween party at her place. She lives just outside of town, in an area surrounded by nothing but empty fields around the street.
"So, are you excited?" Lea asks while she puts down the serving platter next to me on the counter.
"Hell yes! I am so excited for this!" I exclaim, sitting down and taking in the sight of people slowly leaving the Pink Rose due to closing hour. My anticipation has been building for months and now that it's here, my heart is racing with excitement.
"Kirsi said she managed to get a maze this year!" I smile. "How exciting is that!?" I add. "It's gonna be this haunted maze or something, I can't wait to try it out! I'm sure I'll be screaming my head off!" I laugh excitedly as we both stand up. Lea smiles as she helps me gather the remaining materials and we leave the bar. The night is still young, but I can feel my excitement bubbling inside me.
As we step out of the Pink Rose, we stroll along the side of the road. A car slides into view, and Lea and I tense up. I have a bad feeling. Should we stay or should we go? Our minds race as the car draws nearer. Do we bolt it, do we run, do we just hide? A million possibilities flash through our heads in these few seconds. The car pulls up beside us and I can't help but wish it's some creepy dude, so I have an excuse to throw my hands again. I haven't fought anyone in the Pink Rose for weeks, and my fists are just itching for something. No, it's worse..
"Well, well, if it isn't Sparky." The passenger's window slides down and Fedorov's smirk deepens as she leans out to take a peek at me and Lea.
Oh for fuck sake.
I roll my eyes and turn to the car, crossing my arms. "Well, would you look at that? It's true - corpses do get up during Halloween," I sneer sarcastically. Fedorov let's out a low chuckle.
"Ah, Sparky you really know how to break a woman's heart. I thought we had something special." She retorts with an even more sassy and sarcastic tone, a smug smirk playing on her lips.
