-Elizabeth-
The first thing we did after arriving in L.A. was visit Aria's dance studio. Zayn had to head over to Sean's work to help him with something, so I found myself walking through those familiar doors alone. My heart fluttered as the scent of sweat mingled with the sweet, familiar fragrance of floor polish. It was here, amidst the bright mirrors and soft wooden floors, that dreams took flight, and every gleeful giggle of a child represented the sheer joy of movement.
I paused for a moment, absorbing the scene: tiny ballerinas clad in pastel tutus and pink tights, their faces beaming with excitement. At first, I was a little worried that Aria's little students wouldn't be happy to have me as a visitor. But to my delight, as soon as they spotted me, their eyes sparkled with curiosi
