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Angelita's body swayed to the classical music being played. Her delicate feet pointed precisely as she extended her leg to the air, lifting her arm gracefully.
Madame Aceline was impressed by the stunning dancer's développé, her technique improved day by day. Angel then performed her arabesque, her mind focused on a spot beyond madame's face in order to keep balance.
"Beautiful! You are greatly improving Angelita" Madame announced as Angel smiled happily at her accomplishments.
She trained very hard, four days per week including one private lesson a week by Madame.
Angelita attended one of the most profound ballet academy in Rome, Accademia di Roma: studi di balletto. Being a very excelled ballet teacher, Madame took an interest in the ballerina and was her instructor for her privates every week. They took place in Angel's home, The Estate, in which her father made her very own training studio.
"Okay lets work on your pique turns now" Madame announced as she played the music. Angelita took her position in the far end of the room, placing her left arm in second position and her right in front of her stomach.
She began to pique down the room, her feet pointed and legs stretched as she remained concentrated.
Madam clapped as she was highly impressed yet again at the ballerina. Angel shyly looked away as a a rose tint covered her cheeks, she always felt embarrassed about being showered in compliments.
"Angelita you are definitely benefiting from these privates, Marcello will certainly be impressed with you in class" Angel nodded as she began to pack up her ballet equipment, her lesson had concluded.
Marcello was the academy's director, he was a great decent of the founder. He came from a very well known and influential family in Italy.
"Thank you madame, I'll see you next week" The duo made their way towards the main chambers of the mansion where the rest of Angelita's family were.
The walls were grand and sacred, artworks from Angel's ancestors which were passed down decorated the roof and statues sculpted by some of the greatest people alive were placed.
Salvatore's guards protected the mansion from unwanted guest and enemies, he was a very powerful man after all. The most powerful in Italy. Even Angel's father, D'Angelo Rossetti, who was the second in command to him feared Salvatore.
Even Salvatore's own parents, Rafael and Camilla, feared the man.
"Angel darling, how was your private?" Ludovica Rossetti embraced her daughter in her arms as she kissed her forehead. Ludovica was a beautiful tall slim woman, her long silk black hair fell just above her bottom and framed her sculpted face perfectly. Her skin was pale and porcelain, illuminating moonlight. Her eyes were what drove D'Angelo crazy, they were a light brown honey colour, almost golden.
