With you until the end

Chapter Two - Scarlet

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm golden glow that dances across the polished wooden floor. I awaken tangled in my quilt, the soft fabric a comforting cocoon against the early chill. Stretching my limbs, I feel the lingering echoes of yesterday's class—a vivid memory of music and movement that stirs excitement within me. Today marks my second day at the Seraphine Ballet Conservatory. As anticipation bubbles within me, I can almost hear the soft strains of a piano, urging me to rise and embrace the day.

Mia is already up, her cheerful humming filling the room as she gets ready for our morning routine. She moves with a fluid grace, her fitted black leotard accentuating her athletic silhouette and highlighting her toned muscles. A light, airy skirt dances around her legs, caressed by the gentle morning breeze. Her long, ebony hair flows in lustrous waves down her back, shimmering in the sunlight like dark silk. When she throws a glance over her shoulder, her bright smile beams warmth, instantly elevating my mood. "Ready for round two?" she asks, her voice brimming with enthusiasm—a spark that lights up the energy in the room.

"Absolutely!" I reply, my excitement bubbling over as I slip into my favorite dance outfit—a lavender leotard that flatters my skin tone, paired with high-waisted black leggings that highlight my curves. I tie my hair into a neat bun at the nape of my neck, finding solace in the familiar routine as I contemplate the day ahead. The mirror reflects a version of myself that seems more complete, more vibrant. I cherish the moment before stepping out into the bustling world, aware that each day is a stride toward fulfilling my mother's dreams.

After a swift breakfast of toast adorned with ripe strawberries and a hint of honey, we step into the café. Immediately, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounds us, blending seamlessly with the sugary fragrance of pastries showcased behind the glass counter. The café buzzes with energy from both students and locals alike, their lively discussions contributing to a warm, inviting ambiance. Sunlight pours through the expansive windows, lighting up the snug space and casting a golden glow across the rustic wooden tables.

Mia and I approach the counter, greeted by a barista whose smile radiates warmth. Above her, a chalkboard menu showcases a captivating array of choices—espressos, lattes, and signature concoctions, each bearing whimsical names that ignite our curiosity.

"What do you feel like having?" Mia inquires, her gaze sweeping over the menu.

"I'm feeling adventurous today! I'll go for the lavender latte. I've heard fantastic things about it, and it really matches my vibe this morning," I reply. "What about you?"

"I think I'll go for a caramel macchiato," she says, her eyes shimmering with excitement.I laugh, delighted by her infectious enthusiasm and the way she wholeheartedly embraces life's pleasures. As we place our orders and step aside, we observe the barista skillfully preparing our drinks, with steam curling up from the espresso machine in graceful tendrils.

Once our drinks are prepared, we pause to appreciate their beauty—my lavender latte boasts a gentle purple shade, elegantly topped with intricate froth art that mimics a blossoming flower. Mia's caramel macchiato features enticing swirls of creamy milk and robust espresso, crowned with a shimmering caramel drizzle that catches the light beautifully.

"Here's to embracing the new day!" Mia exclaims, her cup lifted high, a broad smile lighting up her face.