When Pride Fell At My Toes
“Just dance, like a living doll.”
On the day she contemplated giving up ballet, a passion she had dedicated her entire life to, that man, the terrifyingly beautiful Enrico Michele, approached like a whispering devil, presenting a cunning proposal.
“Then I’ll tell you about your dead parents.”
A secret he hinted at along with an ambiguous sponsorship.
“Don’t you want to know the truth?”
Even knowing that becoming a puppet for him would lead her further into darkness, she was willing to do so to unravel the mystery of her parents’ death.
