When Vivian was younger, she did ballet.
Her mother thought it was a good habit to have, a young girl like her.
Though, what did her mother know? Too distracted by the riches her father gained from his job on Wall Street.
While her mother was focused on Vivian learning to be graceful and beautiful, she herself was too distracted by how the other girls looked.
They were beautiful and graceful, while Vivian was the clumsy, awkward one.
It only got worse when she became older, too long limbs, head taller than most of the boys partnered up with her.
By then, her mother had lost interest, now staring down the barrels of wine bottles, and Vivian?
She was always more interested in the girls.
It’s the same feeling she has when she meets Avery.
Beautiful, vibrant, and bursting with passion. Avery is like a goddess whose brain never stops moving, always thinking about what to accomplish next.
There’s a spark and Vivian can’t seem to look away.
Tristian is a beautiful man, but even he can’t compete against Avery.
There’s just something about her.
And the moment they click, the moment the two find something in common?
Vivian is lost in Avery.
Stumbling into bed together, Vivian rediscovers what caught her interest in ballet all those years ago.
The movement of the other girls, the way they could twist and twirl their limbs into beautiful shapes. The way they looked so graceful despite being so strong.
It’s the same way Avery looks on top of her, and as they both fall off the precipice, Vivan knows she has found the same feeling again.
In Avery.