Hitting to Win (Over the Fence #2)
“I can see the white, red and green sprinkles already poured into a bowl. It can only mean one thing.
Mama is making Christmas struffoli.
I glide into the kitchen, never letting my feet drag on the floor. I once had a ballet teacher who said the worst thing any human could do is shuffle their feet. I've lived in fear of that woman ever since. So, even though it's six in the morning, I point my toes each time they leave the ground.
I can practically taste the frying dough in the air, ...my stomach so barren and empty from the last few days of starving through the semester. We'd had our winter showcase, and a bunch of high-powered agents and ballet industry folks were in the audience. Even though, as a freshman, I'd only really danced in the chorus line, I'd strived to look my best, dance my best. I hoped it had showed.
"My Bella, why are you up so early?" Mama stands in front of the stove, her apron tied over her silk pajamas.MoreLess
Mama is making Christmas struffoli.
I glide into the kitchen, never letting my feet drag on the floor. I once had a ballet teacher who said the worst thing any human could do is shuffle their feet. I've lived in fear of that woman ever since. So, even though it's six in the morning, I point my toes each time they leave the ground.
I can practically taste the frying dough in the air, ...my stomach so barren and empty from the last few days of starving through the semester. We'd had our winter showcase, and a bunch of high-powered agents and ballet industry folks were in the audience. Even though, as a freshman, I'd only really danced in the chorus line, I'd strived to look my best, dance my best. I hoped it had showed.
"My Bella, why are you up so early?" Mama stands in front of the stove, her apron tied over her silk pajamas.MoreLess
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