Dance Studio.
"Empty threat, eh?"
Dia muttered, staring at the plastic sign at the top of the gate which led into the studio. WALTZ A WHILE, was the inscription on it. Twas golden but had some brown stripes.
She thought Zoe had promised to lock the studio from her or probably she was in there waiting for her.
She hadn't wanted to go to the studio in the first place, but Max was very much out of her hand. She didn't have his number yet, and he might come around.
She bunk the thought and strayed into the studio.
Twas as calm as usual inside. There was no one in the studio. The dance floor was very neat and to the far end of the east was a grand piano. That luxury had cost Zoe a fortune. She remembered Zoe saving her ass off to get it.
"Dia!"
Dia was distrac
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