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Toute sa vie, Léonore est toujours passée après sa sœur...sauf en danse. Donc quand sa professeur de danse lui propose d'intégrer l'Académie Josua Hoffalt, Léonore ne peut pas résister. C'est le départ d'une nouvelle vie, pleine de tutus, de pointes mais aussi de larmes, de déceptions, de concurrence et de vengeance...
Léonore est-elle réellement prête pour cette vie ?
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