- Aria -
I spent the night on a couch that was far too comfortable, wrapped in the warmth of Jamie and Lucas' laughter. But sleep had eluded me, tangled in a web of worry and self-doubt. The tabloids had struck again, and this time, they had aimed a cruel arrow straight at my heart—an article detailing my "dramatic bad dancing scheme" alongside a photo of me in a rehearsal leotard, arms wide, mid-leap, and utterly vulnerable. Who in their right mind would deem it necessary to twist my story into such a public spectacle? It was a question that buzzed in my mind like an irritating bee, relentless and unpredictable.
As I stood in front of Jamie's mirror—what a novelty it would be to call it my own—I examined the reflection looking back at me. Was my hair always this wild? This messy bun res
