The alcove is icy cold once Alain’s warmth is gone. I dress quickly and silently, shivering in the dark, nerves gathering in my stomach.
What we did…
I’d been so happy. It felt so right. But alone now, quietly dressing like some shameful secret…
I bite my lip and pull on my clothes faster.
I wait for Alain in a dressing room. It’s empty now, the counters cleared and the room cloaked in shadows, but it will be mine soon. For the showcase.
My moment as the black swan.
I wrap my arms around my waist and squeeze. This is good. It’s good. I’ve been cast as the lead, and Alain held me like I was precious.
So why is there a pit of dread growing in my stomach?
When the door scrapes open, I blow out a relieved breath and smile, hopping down off the counter. But it’s not Alain who marches in
