I swallowed hard as I pulled the curtain open.

My heart practically flew into my mouth the moment I saw the way he looked at me.

“Uhmm… I–I’m supposed to dance for you,” I said, my voice breaking like thin glass.

He didn’t reply. He just stared, his staff leaning against his jaw as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. His lips bent downward, like he was judging me in silence.

God, I really don’t know what to do, I thought, my palms sweating.

Before I realized it, my ...