Lizzie’s voice was crisp over the studio. “Posture first—grace comes after control. Sophie, shoulders down… Elena, slower with your turns.” Sunlight caught her hair as she moved, glowing softly. She smiled at the girls, absorbed. Daniel’s breath caught. She didn’t look at him once, yet every motion left him painfully aware of the warmth she gave them—and not him.
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