Chapter 87 Wanting The Truth
- Memories poured into her mind in multitudes, and re-opening them, balls of tears snuck out then gilded slowly down her cheeks.
- “I wished never to be back here again but… Here I am.” Most ballet dancers would kill to step foot onto the stage of this neoclassical architectural masterpiece, and the passion which flamed it all had gone out in hers.
- The situation has changed — she has changed.