ed to dance to the rhythm of the stretching shadows. Rihanna emerged from the dance studio, exhausted but satisfied by the intense rehearsal she h

bblestones. She knew she had to get home quickly. Although the streets were familiar, a dull anxiety accompanied her. S

alant attitude and loud laughter worried her. She felt her heart race. These guys looked like they were han

! You danc

nd, her instincts screamin

eplied, feigning indifferenc

stepping closer to her. "Dancers with potenti

nderstood that so

he said, her voice

moved closer, their laughter tu

e you're performing in classical ballets. We're talking about a r

stomach. She realized these men were not

he replied, trying to k

with messy hair and pierc

to think about our offer? It

anxiety engulfed Rihanna. She slowl

," she said, he

o let her go. The first man ste

offer you a place in our team, and you coul

ing. She had to act quickly, but how to escape this situation? That's when she re

d in the darkness. Marco, dressed in a black co

issed, his deep voice r

intrusion. Marco advanced with a calm

on. This young woman is protected, and I

h Rihanna frowned, his bravado waveri

e you to te

diately, taking a moment

r what your boss would think about the wa

unfold, her heart racing. She felt both relieved and scared. Marco had alwa

shouted, trying to regain his composure. "We were just

future," Marco replied, his tone uncompromising. "I won

ce against Marco, exchanged one las

s," one of them murmured,

through her veins. She looked at Marco, who was now standi

he asked, his

ice trembling. "Thank you. I don't kno

xiety in his eyes transform

re not to be taken lightly. Paris can be d

ear mingling with

yself in such a situation. I th

"You have talent and a lot of potential, but t

m, realizing how

ing to help me? I st

is gaze driftin

don't want that to happen to someone as promising as you. I'm not

ts. Although Marco had his own interests, he

voice more resolute. "I will have

face. "But remember, dance is an art, and you have to fight to

ty still present. Rihanna felt safer by his side, but a part of her remained cautio

orld she was entering. Dance was not just an art, but a struggle for her own identity. She h

itions, and how she could maintain her integrity while pursuing her dreams. Each step she took brought

of her street, she stop

I don't know what I woul

his gaze serious. "Dance is a lonely path, but ther

the night, she felt both strengthened and vulnerable. Dance was her refuge,

She knew her path would be fraught with obstacles, but she was ready to fight for her pa