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Angel moved with grace, each step was a seamless fusion of delicacy yet intricate strength.
With her body attentive to every beat of the classical music, Angel suspended in the air as her arms extended in elegance.
The girl had not danced for a while. She missed the feeling it gifted her, the way she was able to fly free and become lost within the rhythm of the music.
She was rehearsing her audition for the solo, her mind was as hard as stone as she grew determined to perfect the piece.
Her movements had an underline of power, a twinkle of ambition behind her eyes which seemed to sharpen by every second.
She had been in Russia for less than 24 hours. Like a wild beast, Salvatore was determined to take her with him, not wanting to be in her absence.
She didn't even get to say goodbye to her friends from the academy, and she was only allowed to briefly say goodbye to her family right before she had to leave.
She hoped for her parents to fight for her to remain in Italy, however no one dared to defy the Don. If he wanted her in Russia, then all must obey without questioning.
She was sad at the thought of missing her ballet practices whilst being away in Russia. Thus, the ballerina strived to make up for her time lost, practicing diligently which one goal in mind.
To get that solo.
She knew that she was one of the most hardworking ballerina's at the academy.
Everyone would tell her, constantly praising her technique and hard work throughout the years. She would practice after hours in her studio at the estate, taking on extra privates as well.
She was aware that she was one of Marcello's favourites. The man would always praise her skills, telling the other ballerinas to work hard like Angel.
Despite the uneasy feeling Marcello would grant upon the young girl, she still felt satisfied by his praising. All her hard work was paying off.
The classical music had come to an end, the ballerina ceased in her movements as she felt her breathing grow heavy.
A light layer of sweat gleamed across her flesh as some baby hairs had wildly escaped the bun which sat atop her head. A light smile pulled at her lips, she was pleased with the dance she had just practiced.
The auditions for the solo was approaching soon. The young girl knew she had a really good chance at coming out on top, her piece was close to perfect.
Angel was about to turn and walk over to the bench where her water bottle sat, yet the room was disrupted by a sudden noise.
The sound of clapping erupted through the room. Angel swivelled her head quickly before her eyes landed on the tall figure of Salvatore who was standing against the far wall.
