Epilogue
EPILOGUE
S ix months later
Sarah
I walk into the studio like any other day. The wall-to-wall mirrors, the barre, the glossy wooden floor are all home to me. I have my point shoes in my bag and ballet slippers on my feet.
But the company is slightly different.
“Hello, Miss Sarah!” the chorus of voices sounds in unison.
“Well, hello. Did everyone have a good day at school?” I get a cacophony of noncommittal answers this time.
I laugh. “Well, is everyone going to have a good time in class today?”
This time the vote is a unanimous, “Yes!”
“Okay, then. Let’s get started with our stretches!”
After everything settled down, I did finally meet with Alessandro about his idea that he wanted help with, an after-school program at the church. They offered day care for the younger kids, but nothing for the older kids. There were almost no resources in the community that would provide this, so like it they’ve done for years, the church and the community came together.
And now I teach ballet.
The kids start to giggle and point behind me. I turn to find Vincent leaning in the door frame, looking sexy as hell. He comes forward and gives me a kiss.
“Hey, kitten,” he whispers. “How are my girls doing today?”
“Everyone’s getting some dancing in,” I tell him, placing his hand on my swelling belly so he can feel our daughter kick.
We’ve decided to name her Angelina.
Angelina Odette De Luca.
The End