Love was the Aftertaste

Celestine Margo Aldridge has never lost.
Not in academics. Not in ballet.
And definitely not to a girl named Melly with soft curls and a fake smile.

She's a walking contradiction an angelic face with the personality of a guillotine. Cold, sarcastic, untouchable. Half-German, born into luxury, raised to win. Her headband's always in place, her pirouettes flawless, and her enemies? Silently plotting how to survive her stare.

Boys? Useless.
Friends? Optional.
Perfection? Mandatory.

But when Melly transfers in and starts beating her in everything dance, grades, applause Celestine's world starts to unravel. And then there's Ezren Vale. The smiling, chaotic, persistent boy who thinks it's cute to poke a man-hater with a stick.

He laughs.
She sharpens her claws.

He says she's interesting.
She says he has five seconds to leave.

Too bad he never listens.

Now, she's stuck with a rival ballerina, a lovesick golden retriever of a boy, and a reputation that can't afford a single crack.

Let's just hope she doesn't fall in love.
Because Celestine Margo Aldridge doesn't fall.

She destroys.