Ballet is seventeen year old Emma Nolan's passion. Emma is rich and popular. The guys want her and the girls envy her. The Nolan family is the richest in the town, but every family has dark secrets.
The production of the year, Swan Lake, is coming...
Took a quiz, this was my result 😏 ---------------------------------------------- Emma's POV Humming. Soft and slow. I hear somebody humming. Something's stroking my hair too.
It feels good but I'm kind of thinking who the hell is in my room and stroking my hair?
My eyes flutter open and I'm looking into the eyes that I inherited.
"Momma?" I mumbled. She smiled,
"Yes baby, we came home a little early. I wanted it to be a surprise." About time!
"Good, the house being empty is weird. And what time is it?" I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It's still dark outside.
"It's four in the morning, you can go back to sleep." I groaned,
"Nope I'm up. Give me a few minutes and I'll be downstairs." She laughed and kissed my forehead,
"Good, because we need to talk." Huh? Am I in trouble or something?
I shrug and start getting ready. I brush my teeth and put on a little makeup, now what to wear?
What about some black ripped skinny jeans. I know how Killian likes me in skinny jeans. Wait wha? Am I wearing these for Killian?
Pssh no! Yes? I guess this is the stage of denial. Whatever. I need to pick my top and shoes.
I'll go with a loose black crop top and some black high top converse.
And now for my dance outfit. I'll pick my not so simple black leotard.
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And my black lace up slippers. Wait now that I think about it, my leotard looks dark blue. So is it black or dark blue? Talk about confusing.
I put my hair into a high ponytail and head downstairs. It's only like four fifteen so it's still pretty dark.
But there are my parents each nursing a cup of coffee at the breakfast table.
I make myself my own cup of coffee and sit across from my parents.
"How was the business trip?" I asked. They've been eerily silent. Normally they are chatting away a storm. Or at least my mom does.
I normally pretend to listen and go through the dance I'm working on in my head. Like I've said before, I don't really fit in with my family.
"It went very well dear, I expect we'll be taking in some ten to twenty million," Dad said. Great, just what we need. More money. As if we don't have enough.
