ARIA.
Yvette led me to the dance floor and honestly, I wasn't a good dancer. Dancing wasn't something I had the privilege to do. I believed only happy and rich people had that privilege. Since the death of my mother, all it had been were yells, molestations and maltreatment. What was there to dance for? The fact that I'd been sold off by my stepfather in the guise of sending me on an errand?
"Hey," Yvette whispered over the fast music in the background. "You're nervous and filled with shame and sorrow. I don't know why but I think you should rid yourself of those feelings if you really want to enjoy tonight."
"But I can not dance, Yvette," I whispered hotly. "I don't think I've ever danced my whole life."
She smiled softly. There was not an atom of judgment in her eyes as she walked us
