KARIN POV
“You look pretty, mommy,” Jemma says as she beams up at me. She tugs at my tutu. “Can I dance, too?”
“Of course you can,” I say, returning her smile.
She jumps up and down, making the large yellow bow in her hair wiggle. “Yay! I’m going to be a famous ballerina like you!” I find myself elated at the idea of her considering me someone she could look up to.
I’m dreaming.
I realize, but it doesn’t matter. If anything, I’d been secretly hoping that I would dream of her again. I watch as she runs across the massive ballroom to turn on the music. The sweet melody emitted from the speaker fills the air with music that somehow brings a familiar routine to my mind. Jemma does a twirl and falls on her bottom, causing a fit of giggles.
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