Bailarín Novels & Stories

he said, faking a British accent while bowing to her as if she were a princess, making her giggle. "You’re very cheesy. You know that, right?" He shrugged his shoulder, winking at her before he walked away. Sitting on one couch that came from his apartment, he waited for her to start her performance. Palmer put on classical music, taking in the soft sound that came out of the speakers. She swayed her body back and forth; making ballerina moves as she lifted her leg into an arabesque. Her arms stretched on her sides, and in Christopher's eyes, she looked like the most beautiful creature in the entire world.

Ayla quickly said to Adrian’s personal assistant, a lanky man in glasses named Abel as he dashed into a private room to call the dance tutor. Adrian glanced at his watch. “I only have ten minutes left,” he muttered, already standing. Just then, Abel appeared with her—a graceful woman, with her hair tied in a neat bun and a whistle around her neck. “Good evening, nice to have you both here, my name is Lorraine” she said firmly. “We’ll begin with a simple ballroom hold.” I swallowed nervously. Elena would have done this effortlessly—it wasn’t her first time. But for me, this was brand new.

Zaverio casually answers his son. Meanwhile, on the other side, a beautiful woman who looks elegant is still trying to smile in the middle of her dance. With her swan feather skirt looking stunning under the lights, Dealova Persson is a famous ballet dancer in London, but she still looks very professional. Although, a few days ago, Dealova heard the news of her father's death in Italy.

The music seemed to pulse in harmony with the dancers' movements, creating a captivating spectacle that transcended mere entertainment. Balram's joy knew no bounds as he reached out and took Anju's hand, twirling her around in a graceful waltz. Their connection was palpable; they moved as one in perfect harmony. Ratna and Sofia, with their elegant poise, pirouetted around them like graceful butterflies, their movements blending seamlessly with the music. The sheer beauty of their dance mesmerised the guests, who were transported to a world of enchantment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you this evening. We would like to showcase the talent and unity of our school community by presenting a beautiful dance performance by two extraordinary mothers. Please give a warm welcome to Maria and Li-lah!" As Ms. Rodriguez's voice echoed through the hall, the spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating Maria, resplendent in a vibrant red bachata dance dress. Her slender figure exuded confidence as she stood tall and poised, ready for the performance. Next to her, Li-lah stood in a sharp suit, her hair neatly styled and her demeanor exuding strength. As the music began to play, the crowd was transported into a world of mesmerizing moveme

“The rumours are really sketchy, nobody really knows.” “What is your hypothesis?” “It has something to do with Adam and a possible love triangle,” she says as-a-matter-of-factly. Arla is one of the best ballet dancers in our school right behind Cleo and I. She was always the odd one because of her outspoken personality. She feared nobody, not even Ms. Azizen. She did not entangle herself with gossips though and tried not to draw too much attention to herself. She is not the conventional beauty; there is nothing striking or attractive about her. She has short hair that can barely be pulled into a bun, average brown eyes and average lips—not too plump or too thin. Her build is not a ballerina’

“Put that down. Dance with me.” Elara froze mid-step. The voice came from behind her — low, controlled, the kind of voice that cut straight through the layers of ballroom chatter and champagne glass clinks. It didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. It simply commanded. Her fingers tightened around the tray she was carrying. Her heart gave a startled kick as she slowly turned. And then she saw him. Adrian Valcourt.