Chapter 139. Choreography

Elona's POV

A faint trace of lavender perfume someone had overused filled the studio. My heels dangled from my fingers, the straps brushing against my thigh. I took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bench to slip them on. Everything felt the same, cold, pristine, ruthless, but inside me, something had shifted. I was even more determined to do this no matter what. 

The strap of my heel snagged, and I gritted my teeth as I pulled it tighter. “You really think you deserve to be back here?” a sharp voice said behind me.

I glanced up and met the glare of Clarissa, one of the veterans. Her platinum ponytail bounced as she folded her arms, her black leggings hugging her frame like armor. Behind her stood two others, all with the same narrowed eyes and glossy lips.

“You were barely standing last week,” s