BookToReadChapter 204 Victoria didn't bother exposing Gwyneth's lie-there was simply no need.
She'd originally planned a visit to see Osborn Clark at the hospital, but when she heard Gwyneth on the phone say she'd be picking Violet up after her discharge- and knowing both Osborn and Violet were patients at the shospital-Victoria decided it was best to avoid running into McNeil and Violet altogether. She'd just go another day.
It wasn't that she was afraid of McNeil. She just saw no reason to ever cross paths again.
After so many long hours at work, Victoria couldn't remember the last tshe'd truly relaxed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe called up her old dance instructor, deciding to spend the afternoon in the studio, lost in movement and music.
Before she'd married McNeil, Victoria had a world of hobbies. Over time, everything had started to revolve around McNeil and Gwyneth. The talented, lively, and irresistibly vibrant woman she once was had faded into someone entirely different.
She drove herself to the dance studio. Sophia Carter was already waiting for her.
"Victoria, when you called, I thought I was dreaming," Sophia said with a teasing grin.
If only Victoria had agreed to represent Sophia's dance team in the national competition all those years ago, Sophia wouldn't still be here, scraping by with stuwork and training students just to make ends meet. Victoria smiled softly, shedding her heavy coat and slipping into her leotard. Sophia couldn't help but marvel. "So, you really did get married and have a kid, huh?" she asked, half in disbelief.
How did a woman who'd given birth still have a figure like that? Sophia was practically green with envy. In all these years, she'd never met another dancer with Victoria's natural gift. But after Victoria graduated from Northriver University, she'd disappeared overseas. Word eventually reached Sophia that Victoria had married and started a family, and they'd never crossed paths again.
Victoria only took Sophia's words as good-natured teasing, steering clear of the subject of marriage and motherhood. That chapter of her life was hardly one she looked back on with pride.
"What about you?" Victoria countered with a raised eyebrow.
Sophia laughed. "Still single! In our line of work, dating is fine, but marriage and kids? That would wreck my figure. I'd be out of a job and starving in no time." Years ago, Victoria might've tried to talk her into settling down. Now, she found herself thinking that maybe women who stayed single were the wise ones.
With Sophia watching, Victoria launched into a dance routine. Sophia's eyes never wavered as she cheered her on, her applause tinged with regret-if Victoria hadn't gone abroad, just imagine what the stucould've become.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictoria lost herself in the movement, even flowing into a technically demanding piece that left Sophia awestruck. Only Victoria would choose such a physically punishing routine as her way to unwind. At her age-no, even when Sophia was younger-she couldn't have pulled off that kind of raw power and grace.
While Sophia was mesmerized by Victoria's performance, a man dressed in a black suit stood quietly at the studoor.
Max, clutching a basketball, glanced up at Marcus Green. "Uncle, that's Miss Fannie."
Every weekend, Max chere to Ill shoot hoops-the basketball courth was on the eighth floor of the mall, while the dance stuwas on the seventh.
Marcus had cto pick Max up, but he never expected to see "Fannie" here. The woman in the dance leotard looked completely different from the mechanic whod.
fix his whod kelped him broken-down car with the crew. That woman had been all energy and swagger, but the dancer before him moved with a softness and feminine allure that left Marcus stunned. When Victoria spun around and glanced his way, Marcus felt as if he'd been struck by lightning-he was rooted to the spot, unable to move for a full two minutes. Victoria finished her dance just as Max darted past Marcus before he could stop him and burst into the studio.
"Miss Fannie!"
Sophia assumed skid had wandered in by mistake and started to intervene. But Victoria, recognizing the voice turned just as Max reached her. And there was Marcus, tall and impeccably dressed, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze deep and unwavering as he watched her.
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