"Everyone has secrets, and everyone has something to hide, but the real question is what are you willing to do to keep yours hidden inside."
When Juliet, Violet, and Scarlet's abusive mother and stepfather were mysteriously murdered. Their lives to...
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V I O L E T V A L E N T I N E P O V
Ballet had always been about discipline, precision, and grace. Each step was as precise as the cut of a knife; every jump was as light as a feather; and each turn was executed with the elegance and grace of a swan. It was a dance I knew intimately, a language spoken through movements.
As I twirled and leaped across the studio, I allowed every thought to drift away, focusing solely on the routine. My feet ached from the relentless practice, but the pain only fueled my determination.
Completing the final flourish of my routine, I opened my eyes to a captive audience. Mrs. Bellwether, our dance teacher, watched with a radiant smile, her applause resounding with enthusiasm. My peers, too, stared in awe and amazement, their gazes filled with admiration.
However, Bella, with a perpetual scowl, eyed me as though I were gum stubbornly clinging to her shoe. Her jealousy was palpable, but I paid it no mind, focusing on the praise that had been earned through dedication and sweat.
"Bravo! Violet, you were astounding, beautifully done, my dear," Mrs. Bellwether applauded with genuine warmth in her voice as I regained my composure after the performance.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bellwether, I appreciate your kind words," I replied, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a glimmer of contentment.
But then, to my astonishment, Mrs. Bellwether's expression shifted to one of determination and excitement. She addressed the entire class, her announcement echoing through the studio.
"I believe we've just found our beautiful protagonist for our upcoming 'Swan Lake' ballet performance," she declared.
The unexpected declaration rippled through the room, a collective gasp escaping from my fellow dancers. Bella, with her customary defiance, immediately protested, her voice filled with disbelief.
"What?!" Bella exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in frustration.
Mrs. Bellwether turned her attention towards Bella, unwavering in her decision.
Mrs. Bellwether's decision to cast me as the lead in "Swan Lake" was met with an undercurrent of tension in the studio. Bella, always one to steal the spotlight and bask in the admiration of our peers, was displeased.
"Mrs. Bellwether, you can't be serious," Bella protested, her voice teeming with frustration. "I've been working tirelessly for this role. It's rightfully mine."
Mrs. Bellwether, however, remained steadfast in her choice. "Violet displayed exceptional talent and dedication in her performance.
She embodies the grace and strength required for the lead role of Odette. This decision is final."
While Bella's discontent simmered on the surface, I couldn't help but relish the thought of taking the spotlight away from her.
My reputation was something I took seriously and this would do wonders to it. Bella was easy to manipulate she was a mommy and daddy rich girl
She was spoiled and everything was given to her with a silver spoon, while I had to earn my keep and learn to take what I wanted instead of being handed it out to me. Which is exactly why I always achieve what I want.
In just a matter of days, I had managed to steal her little friend group and become one of the most popular girls in school
People follow me like moths with a light, is pathetic. Still, it serves me and helps me in lots of ways. My phone started to ring, glancing at the number I excused myself and went toward the bathroom
After making sure no one was there I answered the phone, my voice barely above a whisper. "What?" I asked
"I would watch my tongue if I were you darling, you wouldn't want to suffer fate as your sister." The voice answer
I felt my mouth go dry for a second before I answered. "Excuse my tone, I was just in the middle of class and I don't want anyone to suspect anything."
"You think they are on to you?" He asked
"Not yet, but Nicolas seems to be almost following me everywhere he is watching me like a hark if he can."
"Make sure he finds nothing, we don't need him snooping around our matters."
"Yes, sir."
"How's the plan going so far?" the voice inquired.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan. You don't need to worry about it," I assured.
"I hope so, darling. After all, your life is on the line. If this plan fails, rest assured, you'll be six feet underground," the voice warned.
"I am well aware of the consequences if I fail. You shouldn't be concerned. After all, when have I ever failed you?" I retorted.
The voice on the other end remained cold and calculating. "That's true, Violet. You've been a valuable asset so far. Just remember, I despise when people fail me after I've extended my hand."
"I understand," I replied, my voice resolute. "I won't let you down."
With that, the call ended, and I was left alone. The tension from the conversation lingered, pressing upon me.
I knew I had to act swiftly as I rejoined my classmates; I needed to do something fast or I be dead in a matter of weeks.
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