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Chapter Five

"Hands up, heads held high, shoulders back.... " Fiona stood in front, facing them, so that they could observe, adapt, and give encouragement to the students before her.

Getting a ballet teacher was difficult, nobody was willing to volunteer to take up the job .

And she had taken up the job herself, teaching the children who were between the ages 6-11 ballet, it was looking so stressful as the day went by.

But she just really wanted to cope with the smooth running of everything and there were days when she just felt like lying in bed all day without getting up.

Days when she felt things will be fine and there will be lots of sponsors, the funds will be there and all that

And there are days when she feels like giving up.

Like damn, she felt like collapsing. But the paperworks was there, the meetings with the sponsors and all that.

And there was Cassie laughing, always telling her about the bags under her eyes.

And sure the bags were there, making her feel so old.

The kids stared at her and for a second it seemed she was teaching them something else.

Yes, she had to admit it, she was so tired.

She heard a giggle at the back, just when she was showing the kids how to raise their left leg up perfectly.

"What are you all laughing about? " She snapped, her face a mask of anger.

"Don't do that, concentrate, focus, focus, focus." She continued even though the giggling was gone but was now replaced with a shy smile plastered on their faces.

"What!!!!" She yelled again.

"Don't do that, Lois. " She raised a forefinger, her face getting twisted. "I said you should foc... "

"I think you are the one who needs to focus."

A silky male voice said half laughing.

Whirling around, she almost tripped from surprise seeing Maxwell Harold in her ballet studio.

"Mr. Harold. " She gasped.

"How did you find it here? I thought.. I..." She stuttered and shook her head making her messy pigtail look more messier.

"Ah. " He raised his palm, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Call me a walking GPS." He said, making the little girls giggle at him.

He took his time to survey the small but very next ballet studio with its dancing light overhead, the shiny floorboards, the side glass mirror that stood facing them.

Whoever had come here had done a very nice cleaning that would earn them a Grammy.

"Nice studio you got. "

"Thanks for the compliments." She beamed. "I was just teaching the kids some great ballet moves."

He lifted his brows in mock wonder and wanted to laugh.

"Really, I thought it was the kids who were teaching you, seeing how you droned on like an old woman." He coughed slightly.

"No offence, your voice was so low and you showed them the moves in such a tired manner."

He looked at her once more, she did look so tired, her off shoulder shirt revealing shoulders that were starting to look bony.

Not wanting to interrupt their class and look like a sadist before the kids, he moved closer to them, pulled out a $100 dollar bill.

"Who wants to get some ice cream ?"

They all shrieked in excitement and ran towards him leaving Fiona in wonderment on how to be bonded really quickly with the kids.

The oldest among them grabbed the bill with a huge smile on her face and a loud 'Thank you'

The two adults watched the kids file out in excitement.

"Ahemm." Maxwell coughed bringing Fiona back to reality, she looked up at him wondering why he was here.

"I think you should go and freshen up so we can discuss over a hot cup of coffee. "

Fiona stared at him amusingly, a cup of coffee indeed.

If he knew how many cups of coffee she had drank today thanks to Cassie he wouldn't be suggesting a 'cup of coffee'.

"Anything you want, all bills on me." Maxwell said, reading her thoughts.

By the time she was done, she was smelling all nice and sweet, a short flare bright yellow gown graced her slim figure and her hair wasn't packed up now, she let it flow down on her shoulders.

"Mr Harold." She drew his attention as he stood looking at the ballet studio.

He turned around sharply and his mouth hung open in surprise..

The woman who stood here was definitely not the woman teaching kids ballet and droning like a house fly.

She was stunning.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something to tell her it wasn't a date but she looked goddamn beautiful but instead he said.

"Shall we? "

She wanted to intertwine her hands with his but thought it was too forward.

Just don't do this, she warned herself.

They drove to a nearby restaurant and he ordered red wine for both of them.

"You could have employed a teacher." He began as he took a sip from his glass.

"Yeah." She shrugged. "But the funds are not there to employ one." She stated and looked away.

"And besides, nobody was ready to volunteer so I took it upon myself to do it." She glanced at him through the rim of her glass.

"But apart from the fact that it's tiring, it's fun having them around.”

He said nothing at first but nodded slowly.

"So you do that everyday? I thought you are an ER nurse and you have time for all of this."

He waved his hands in the air to emphasise more on the word.

"All of this"

Just when she was about to speak her phone rang.

"Excuse me, just a moment." She said, "Hello, Cassie."

A slight pause then her eyes widen in fright.

"Cassie, what happened, what happened, Cassie?" She yelled, her voice quivering.

"What's the matter?" Maxwell asked.

"I don't know, it's my sister Cassie, it seems our ballet studio has been locked up.”

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