Chapter 31 Katerina

• We're descending the stairs into the lobby when I see her. Astana is tall and lean. A black hoodie is draped over her leotard while her white tutu fans beneath. She's surrounded by the other dancers, all of them chatting with smiles as they bask in the aftermath of a completed show. I pull up short next to Sasha.
• "Oh my God, she's right there," I whisper.
• "Well, what are you waiting for?" he says. "Go say hello."