“Can I be your lady-in-waiting?” Jackie asks as she stands next to me in the mirror of the ballet studio. She stretches, watching herself in the mirror. I copy her actions and huff at her question.

“Let’s wait to see what that entails first, shall we?” I say and she grumbles in agreement. I can tell she wants to say more but before she can, the doors of the studio open with a loud bang. We look up to see an older woman, dressed in all black and her hair tied back in a tight ...