When they reached the dance studio, Piper looked confused. “Um, not what I thought it was.”
“Are you going to tell?”
“No. I told him you were going to meet a friend who taught dance when you were in school.”
“He probably thinks it’s ballroom, like we did at the boarding school. I can foxtrot, do a Viennese waltz, and rumba and even do a quickstep but this,” Aisha was bouncing, “this is fun as hell. We used to have so much fun sneaking out of the dorms to do this.”
“You snuck out of dorms, Essie?” Piper laughed as they entered the nondescript building sporting the name “Chiti’s Bang Bang” in faded paint on the blacked-out window.
“She snuck out all the time!” Aisha grinned at her. “With encouragement of course. She did really like to study and so did I. I needed to maintain my scholar
