Chapter 150 Katerina

• MY TOES ARE PERFECTLY POINTED as I strut across the stage. A simple ankle-turn and I'm pivoting, another and another and I'm a flurry of motion, my white tutu fluffing like a dandelion on the breeze. I was born to dance. I know this in my soul.
• Curtains flutter around me, brushing me as if they want to hold me close. The only person I want a hug from is the man sitting in the audience.
• Dad beams proudly, never taking his eyes off of me.