I'm so happy and at the same time so sad that I finished this story.!! Does that make any sense? =X
Anyways, I'm really glad you guys believed in my story and read it to the end. It means a lot to me. So, thanks!
And now that this is finished, check out my other story "The Beach" and wait for the next one, called "Lola". I'll be posting it soon!
Okay, so I guess that's all. Let's five Ella and Noah their grand finale !
EPILOGUE
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[NOAH'S POV]
I was standing in front of a crowd of people but my eyes could only see one person. She was talking to one of the Company's Choreographers and everyone with a normal vision could see how beutiful she was.
I didn't think I would ever see her more gorgeous than the first time I saw her in our ballet class. It seems like ages since we were thoso two little children who played together on the streets.
I was wrong, though. She was Ella. And she would never stop surprising me. Even dressed in collants and ballet slippers, she could light up the entire room with her warm personality and those beautiful bright eyes.
I was in love with her. I am in love with her. So when she turned around and spot me checking her out, I could only plant a big smile on my face and wait for her to come to me. After all, I didn't want to miss this moment.
"Do I have to be jealouss?" She asked when she finally was in front of me. I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer.
"Jeallous?" I asked. I was too distracted with her beauty to even listen to her.
"Yes. You look like you're thinking about someone." Ella asked and I grinned. This girl knew how to play.
"Very perceptive of you. I am thinking about someone indeed. And she looks hot!" I told her, with my best seductive face.
"Oh, yeah? Who is she?" She asked, getting away from me. I didn't let her go, though, and pulled her back.
"She's right in front of me." I whispered on her ear and heard her chuckle. She made me crazy with this sound.

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