His Precious Flower

Chapter 13

Six days later

"Come ooon!"

Despite leaning forward and pulling with all of my body weight, Dimitri doesn't move any faster.

His leisure pace revels my antsy one and it's a bit frustrating.

Even though we've been getting along great since his brother so awfully explained the situation, I

need to take our differences into account.

Like now, the Pavilion Theatre is finally finished and I'm estatic to see it and get back to

dancing.

I'm sure Dimitri's excited too, but he doesn't show it.

Finally reaching the door, Dimitri opens it and makes the grand gesture for me to enter.

When I step inside, I audibly gasp at the sight.

The entry used to be smaller, but now the elongated foyer has raised ceilings, making it look less

likes movie theatre entrance and more... Royal.

The color theme used to be a strange yellow and royal blue, but even that's changed.

Now the carpets and drapes are a velvety red and all the accents and decorations are gold.

"This is amazing!"

Dimitri laughs and intertwines his hand with my own.

"This is only the entry, flower. Wait until you see the theatre and the practice room."

My eyes widen In Excitement. We're back to how we were before, Dimitri walking normally and

me trying to pull him faster.

I nearly growl in frustration, but when I catch sight of the new theatre I'm speechless.

The old raggedy seats are gone and in there place sit cushiony red ones. They stretch all the way

back in one hundred long rows, but there now seem to be eight viewing boxes above all the other

seats that overlook the crowd and the stage.

This must fit hundreds of thousands of people!

Even the stage is bigger!

Looking to Dimitri, I see appreciation and approval at the work his teams put in.

This is place is fit enough for the queen.

"Come. Let's see the dancing room. You'll be spending a lot of time in there."

He leads me down the hallways to the same room as before, only the hallways is smaller and

door that aligned the wall before are no longer present.

I don't question it since I'm about to find out why, but it seems strange.

The door is already open, so we enter to find Jac and most of the other dancers already there.

"Ah Mr. Ivashkov, the new studio is wonderful! As is the theatre and everything that follows! I

believe you had something you wanted to discuss with all of us?"

I barely hear what my dance instructor is saying as I take in the new room.

It looks like they knocked the walls from the rooms next door down so we had double the space

to work with.

Mirrors stretch long and there are even a few props placed in a bin at the front of the room.

It's breathtaking.

People look at me funny, some with glares when Dimitri walks to the front of the room because

his grip hasn't loosened and I'm forced to follow.

Even Malcom has his arms crossed and a strange look on his face.

"As you know, the old plays are out and new ones are in. La Bayadère is the next play on the list.

Today apart from stretching, you will be studying the background of it and getting a feel of how

to turn it into an origional dance production."

People shuffle on their feet and I can tell theyre holding back groans.

It won't be bad, though it's dissapointing we won't get to dance today.

"Learn quickly because the premiere for this show will be done in six weeks time."

Normally we only have a month or so to practice, so it's not a crazy mark, but a new play that

nobody has danced to before?

This will be challenging.

"I'll see you at lunch, flower."

With that and a soft kiss on the forehead, he departs probably to his office and I'm left with all

eyes on me.

"So... La Bayadère?"

Jac finally moves and claps his hands for attention.

"Right! So we will beg-"

tuning him out, I walk to the back of the crowd and sit by Malcolm.

"Where's Mitsy," I ask when I can't pick her hair out of the fourty something women's buns.

"She couldn't make it. She took a job at the coffee house across the street when we got time off.

Not everyone has a sugar daddy to buy s**t for them."

My brows furrow and I press my lips together.

Is that supposed to be a jab at me? Clearly he's talking about Dimitri, so I don't know how to

respond.

Maybe don't put fuel on the fire...

"You know Dimitri doesn't buy me things right? We just like to spend time together."

My ballet parner scoffs in disbelief.

"He's bought your stupidity. Letting him in your pants for free is saving him a lot of money

Flavia."

I'm officially offended and if I had already slept with Dimitri like that, I might just question him.

However, he's been amazing and patient, even admitting to the possibility of marragie in the

future.

"I'm a virgin asshat!"

Saying a bit louder than intended, a few people turn their heads curiously and frustration

overwhelms me.

With one last angry glare to a surprised and guilty looking Malcom, I stand abruptly and move to

the front of the room.

"Couldn't see," I explain to Jac.

He nods and continues on with the lesson.

As it turns out, La Bayadère is a Russian ballet. No wonder Dimitri chose it.

Two hours later, I've learned how it's a classic and glorious epic of eternal love and godly

revenge.

I love the plot line is amazing and I think the ending was well thought out. How we'll act out the

fact that everything was actually a dream is unbeknownst to me though.

Good thing that's Jac's job.

After we get a little bit of an oral quiz, Jac says it's time to start stretching.

Usually our partner helps us, but there's no way I'm going to work with Malcom after what he

said.

"Jac," I call from where he's putting away his notes on the ballet.

He motions for me to speak, and I make the biggest decision of my ballet career so far.

Especially considering if one partner gets the lead, so does the other, which is how the nutcracker

was. Malcom and I both in the spotlight.

Taking a deep breath, I try to be sure of my decision and my anger allows me to.

"I want a new partner."