she was worried I’d lose myself in temptation again, wanting to be the things I made of acrylic and oil, but that was never the case.
My art was an escape I so desperately needed, but one I found reality in through the soft curves of fuller thighs and blemished skin of reddened faces. What I brought to life was salvation, society needed to know it wasn’t alone in a fight so many fought against themselves.
Flaws.
Imperfections.
But it was easier to tell my peers that they shouldn’t judge themselves for eating too much or too little when my own demons picked apart my every move.
Blowing out a timid breath, I walked to the mirror with a white towel wrapped around me tightly and raised my palm to the fogged glass. I counted to three before swiping away until my bare skin greeted me, my hair falling in tangled waves past my shoulders and over my average B-cup breasts.
When I wiped away the steam to reveal the rest of my body, I froze…
Then dropped the towel.
That doesn’t mean there aren’t people here who want to help—who aren’t willing to make a few threats to those worthy of the breath. Understand, Della?
I whispered, “I understand” to my naked reflection.
My lips pinched at the hour mark of brunch, my plate half-full and my tea untouched. It smelled like lavender, Sophie’s favorite but not mine. I hated tea but she insisted I just hadn’t gotten the taste for it yet. Something told me that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.
“…when you were going to start dancing again. I told her that surely you’d do it by the next recital in the fall. You were the top of your class, after all.”
Eyes widening over the conversation I had tuned back into, I gripped the fork in my hand a little too tightly, until the silver stung my fingers, as I poked at the quiche on my plate. “You know I don’t dance anymore, Sophie. It wouldn’t be a good idea for…obvious reasons.”
Her manicured hand waved in the air as if I were simply joking. “Jamie isn’t nearly half as talented as you are, but her mother insists that she’s getting there. Same with that Atwell girl. What was her name again? Lauren?”
Clearing my throat, I dropped my fork onto the tablecloth. “Good for them. Jamie is a sweet girl and Lauren is…talented. Just because you don’t like their mothers doesn’t mean you need to wish for either of them to fail.”
The way she blinked at me made me want to squirm, but I held my ground. Chin tipped up I locked our gazes until she looked away first. “I mean no harm by stating facts, of course. You know how much your mother always loved going to see you perform. I just think it’d be a good idea to at least try getting back out there.”
She made ballet seem like dating, and I couldn’t stop the snort from escaping me in time. Her eyes narrowed at the unladylike sound, but she didn’t call me out on it like normal. Even she knew that bringing up my biggest trigger was risky. “I danced because she wanted me to, but I know myself well enough to know I’m not strong enough anymore. Maybe it would have been different if she were around, but it’s not.”
“We’ll get you a trainer—”
“Sophie.” I sighed, shaking my head. I wished Aunt Lydia were here to be the voice of reason, but she always had other places to be for these brunches. Lucky woman. “I wasn’t talking about physical strength. You can’t use my mother every time you want to get your way either. It isn’t fair.”
Offense took over her face, her hand going to the expensive gold chain around her neck that Andrew bought her for her birthday last year. I was sure she’d actually gotten it for herself using his credit card like she normally did. “I wasn’t doing that at all. I simply want what’s best for you. You can’t stop doing what you love just because…”
My brows raised, waiting for her to finish the sentence. When her painted lips remained closed, I was tempted to text Ren and see if he could pick me up like he had at Theo’s. Then again, I was still a little upset with him over what happened at his frat. It wasn’t his fault, but he could have told me where he was going before ditching me that way I knew where to look. Plus, he’d