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Chapter 26: Knife In My Heart

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Chapter 26: Knife In My Heart
Nevaeh

Two Days Before the Show

I've been debating if I should even bring up me seeing Christian to Damon. I was scared of what would happen next. I tried to stop thinking about the encounter but I had this uneasy feeling about this. About him. Christian.

Was it a coincidence that he had the same name as Damon's friend who was supposedly dead? It would be smart of me to tell Damon what I know, so I knew how to handle this.

I have called Damon a few times yesterday but wasn't able to reach him and didn't have the courage now. I just wanted to sit with this a bit longer before I told him.

I had about two hours before rehearsal. I was spending time now at work to get some hours in. Dolly was here sitting in the usual yellow chair in a bright pink dress. She was knitting a scarf which meant only one thing. Dolly only knitted when she was agitated.

"I see you are knitting, doll face. What's wrong?" I asked. Dolly told me that her nickname back in the day was Doll-face and wouldn't mind if I refer to her as such. I didn't mind either since it seemed to make her happy.

"Beatrice is a backstabbing wretch," she said her small fingers moved quickly with her needles. I glanced over to Beatrice who was in the dancing room with the other elders.

"What she do?"

"Lied to me. She told me she didn't find Mr. Salvatore charming but I did. I told her that and suddenly she started batting her eyes at him, asking him to be his dance partner, telling me she told him how charming he was. I mean, you would think this would end in your late forties. But no, that backstabbing is infinite. Until you hit the grave," she said as she roughly wrapped the yarn around the needle. Mr. Salvatore was one of the elderly men that came to the studio on the days Dolly came. Even in his old age, you could tell he probably had many ladies fond of him during his younger years.

"Maybe Beatrice is jealous of you. I don't think Mr. Salvatore will fall for it. And he might play along to be nice. I think he is fond of you, Dolly."

Her eyes picked up to reach my face and the scarf and needles fell on her lap. "You think so?"

"Yes, I have seen how he looks at you when you are not looking. He is definitely in love."

"Oh please. I think you are being delusional," she commented.

"When have I ever been wrong? Huh?" I asked. Dolly parted her lips to say something but I was able to beat her to it, "Besides that one time I thought your instructor was someone who worked with Beyonce."

Dolly pressed her lips together. "Well, he hasn't said anything to me yet."

"Give him time or if you are feeling confident, go up to him."

She went back to her knitting but kept her eyes on me. "I don't know, I am honestly nervous around him. I haven't felt like this since the seventies." Her eyes fell back to the yarn in her hands. "Enough about me? What about you? You have the competition in a few days, are you excited?"

"Excited? More like nervous." Nervous about what would happen. Not just the competition but life. Life has been sending me off course too many times. I was afraid that I could never go back to the safe route.