I stared at the mirror trying to tie my bun into place.
I never knew it could be so hard. All those years in a ballet studio and the experience of getting my hair perfectly right alluded me.
"Are you about done?" A young voice yelled, breaking my concentration. "Madame Anne wants us in the studio. And the boys are waiting."
"Just a sec, Caroline," I said as I grabbed my Gaynor Mindens.
I couldn't help but fight the butterflies. The memories were all rushing back.
It was a battle just coming back to this place, even though it was always my refuge during my struggle within.
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