Emi’s summer in Paris had transformed into a 1-year scholarship at the Centre Danse du Marais. After the incident with Antoine, Emi had really kept her head in the game. No more foolishness. Complete focus. No time for boys or fun. Just dance, dance, dance. Anne-Laure thought she was ‘no fun’ but Emi couldn’t care less. At least she was proving herself as a competitor to be reckoned with. She was a threat to all those pretty, long-legged girls who thought they were better than everyone else.
Maybe her parents wouldn’t be too proud of who/what she’d become. Maybe it was a little stuck up that she rejected anything that wasn’t ballet, but the programme was cut-throat. It required more training and more focus than Emi had ever experienced in her life. Emi was grateful to go home for Christmas. It was a relief to just be herself again. To be friendly, and open. To see her younger siblings. Kobe, in just a few months they’re all grown so much. Nicco was losing his baby face and, for the first time, Emi realised that Angelo might get taller than she was. It was so strange to imagine, but she figured she better get used to the idea. Elia was growing up too. She was more mature, less hyper. In just a few months! Emi wondered if her being away forced her siblings to grow up. One thing she knew for sure was that even though Paris was where she lived during the school year, home was always where the family is. Soon, she’d return to Paris and continue her new life, but Christmas reminded her of who she was.
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