Chapter 48: Paris and the FBI

*Mia*

“Very nice, Mia! Let’s try that routine one more time.”

I took a deep breath, letting my eyes flutter shut briefly as the soft music restarted. I let the melody carry me through the practice room.

Michael was watching me dip and spin with his arms crossed, his mouth in a firm line. It was funny to catch glimpses of the calculating expression he got whenever he watched one ...