Dancing On The Edge Of A Knife

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She was about to say something when she heard clapping around her and looked towards the center of the ballroom, where Sierra was standing. Ester and her had texted and called each other during the week she was sick.

So it was no surprise to Sierra to see her friend stand next to Jake. But what did surprise her was the fact that Ester didn't even notice Devon in the room. All Ester did was wave at Sierra and then look back at Jake. They seemed to have an interesting conversation.

When Sierra looked back at her brother she saw his jaw clenched while his eyes were narrowed at the pair only a few meters away from him. Sierra felt herself frown. He looked angry. Was it possible that Devon was jealous? But he told her he didn't like Ester. Maybe he didn't even know it himself, Sierra's eyes widened.

No, he'd know. He's a grown man and if he says he doesn't like Ester, he doesn't. Sierra shook her head and glanced back at Ester and Jake who had yet to notice the pair of eyes on them. But Sierra soon looked towards the door when she heard it open and then close loudly. She looked back to where her brother was standing just a second ago and saw he was gone.

"God damn it." She hissed under her breath and glanced back at Ester who frowned at the door in wonder and then looked at Sierra with her eyebrow raised as if asking 'what the heck was that?'.

Sierra simply shrugged as if she didn't know and then eventually started her lesson.
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Ester glanced around the table at Martha and then at Sierra. They were really quiet today.

She'd actually thought after one week of not eating together, they'd have a lot to tell. But the whole evening seemed a little off. Sierra made multiple mistakes while showing them the new choreography. And when Ester asked her if everything was okay, she snapped at her. But immediately apologized after, saying she didn't get much sleep last night.

And Ester believed her. Looking at Martha now, she also seemed to have noticed her daughter's foul mood as she glanced at Ester, indicating her to say something. But Ester simply widened her eyes and shook her head quickly. She didn't feel like getting snapped at again. So Martha rolled her eyes and then cleared her throat.

"So, Ester. Have you and my son thought about what dance you're going to perform at my wedding yet?" Oh joy, Ester thought sarcastically. She actually already forgot about that.
"Well, about that-"

"They're obviously dancing the tango. There's no better dance for them, mom. You'll love it." Sierra interrupted, finally acting like her normal self. Martha visibly brightened up and Ester wasn't sure if it was because Sierra finally said something or because of the choice of dance she declared.

"Oh, splendid! Did you know that the tango is one of my favourite dances, dear?" Martha asked Ester, who smiled.
"No." She answered, glancing at Sierra and catching her friend look at her. Sierra's eyes widened and she quickly averted them when she realized Ester caught her looking.

Ester frowned. What was up with her? But she willed herself to look back at Martha and listen to her next words.
"It was by far the best dance my boy has ever danced. He was a natural- is a natural. Is he not, Sierra?" Martha asked her daughter, who nodded.

"Partially. I was the one who showed him the steps and all, don't forget." Sierra lifted her finger and Martha nodded.
"Of course. He hated you for making him dance with you. But he secretly loved it, I know that." Martha said.

"Are you guys talking about Devon?" Ester could hardly wrap her mind around it. Devon dancing when he was younger? It would explain why he was so good at every single dance they learned in ballroom.

"Yes, my brother. Why? Do you think he's not capable of loving something?" Came Sierra's response, making Ester blink and her mother frown at her.
"I- no. I mean, I just-" Ester started but Sierra interrupted her.

"I can't blame you, really. I didn't even know he was capable of love. Strange to say the words Devon and love in one sentence." Sierra scoffed.
"Sierra!" Martha snapped at her daughter, which seemed to bring her out of wherever the heck Sierra was in that moment, as she blinked furiously.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Of course, he's amazing. Devon is amazing. I just- I'm sorry. I just need to use the restroom real quick. Be right back." Sierra said and the two other women looked at each other, utterly confused.

"Did something happen today? At ballroom?" Martha asked Ester, who shrugged.
"Well, she did seem a little distracted in ballroom. But nothing really happened. Something must've occurred before dance class." She answered.

"Very odd, indeed. I just hope she's okay." Martha sighed, looking at the direction her daughter went. Ester nodded and looked towards the same direction.

"I hope so too." She muttered.