Charlene POVI was still shaken up from what had happened in the garage earlier. I couldn't believe that I would be the reason why Dominic and Zenobia wouldn’t talk to one another any longer. When it was time for dinner, Zenobia didn't come down to eat. I could understand her reasons for not coming down, but I couldn’t figure out why she had decided not to eat. I wished I could get them to sit together again to talk like a normal family.I fidgeted in my seat, my fork hovering over my plate. Despite the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the food, I couldn't bring myself to bite. Not with Dominic shooting daggers at me from across the table. I wished he could speak up and speak his mind rather than stare at me as if I had done something terrible.I tried not to let it bother me. I knew I was in the wrong for keeping the secrets about the garage from him, but his cold silence was almost suffocating. I glance at him from under my lashes, taking in the clench of his fist and the way his fi

Charlene POV "If you let me down on this deal, I can assure you that you will be sorry for everything," Those were Dominic's words to me as we drove to the small town for the dance festival. Since they were on break, Zenobia offered to be a part of the festival, and Dominic had no choice but to accept her request. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to be the orphanage dance coach. I hadn't danced in a long time, but something about the kids' enthusiasm had convinced me to take on the challenge, and thanks to Zenobia for putting her faith in me. Dominic was beginning to see me in a new light. Dominic and I traveled to the small town where the orphanages were located, along with Zenobia. I couldn't help but notice Dominic's gaze on mine every few seconds as we drove. "What?" I inquired, looking over at him. I was perplexed why he kept staring at me as if he wanted to say something. "Nothing," he said quickly, his gaze returning to the road. But I could feel his gaze burning into my sk

Charlene POV I stepped into the large, empty room with wooden floors, the excitement in my heart barely containable. Today, I'm here to teach ballet to the children of the orphanage, and I can hardly wait to start. As I lead the children to the floor, classical music begins to play. They start moving, their arms and legs extending in perfect unison, and I feel my heart swell with pride. But then, I noticed that one of the girls, Mary, struggled to maintain her balance. Her legs wobble as she tries to follow the movements, and her expression is one of frustration. I stopped the class and moved to Mary. "Mary, it's okay. Don't worry if you're having trouble with your balance. Dancing ballet takes practice, and it's okay to fall sometimes. Let's work together to find your center of balance." "I'm sorry, Miss Charlene," Mary said, her voice trembling. "I want to do it right, but I keep falling." "That's okay, Mary. You're doing great. Let's try this - place one hand on the barre and

Charlene POV I stepped into the dance studio, the sound of music and laughter filling my ears. The children in my class greeted me with cheers and smiles, and I couldn't help but smile back at them."Hi, Miss Charlene!" they shouted."Hello, everyone!" I replied, trying to keep my excitement contained.As I walked around the room, I noticed Mary headed towards me and when she reached my side, she smiled at me. "Hey Mary," I greeted her, and she didn't reply instead, she moved closer to Zenobia and grabbed her hand. "We have something that we would love to show you," Mary announced. My eyes widened and I exchanged looks with Zenobia who nodded in response. "watch us as we dance Miss Charlene," Mary announced and then the music started playing in the room. I sat at the back of the dance studio, watching Mary and my stepdaughter Zenobia show off their dance routine. They moved in perfect synchronization, their bodies gliding across the floor as the music filled the room.I couldn't h

Charlene POV The dance festival was finally here and I couldn’t be happier because I was able to teach the children for three weeks and bond with all of them. I never expected that someone who was rejected by society's few backs was starting to get back on her feet. I had thought that I wouldn’t be accepted by anyone but the accident that brought Zenobia and me together changed everything. It made me feel like a different person and I was grateful for that. ‘’I am so ready!’’ Zenobia shouted to Jackson as they both stretched. I smiled as I watched them and then I looked around me to see how the children were conversing with one another. The ballerinas had pink dresses on and the hip-hop dancer had a jean and white round necks on. They were all ready to dance that night and so was I. I joined the girls in dressing in a pink dress and it was the first time that I was going to dance on the stage again after five years. ‘’hey miss Charlene,’’ Jackson walked up to me.’’I am so gratefu