Nadia
NadiaThree weeks later, I’m in the wings at Rue’s with butterflies in my belly.
“You look incredible.” Flynn strokes his hands down my sides.
I’m shivering with nerves in a blue-black bustier and full length skirt with petticoats underneath. A masquerade-style lace mask is over my eyes, and I’m wearing elbow-length black satin gloves. Tonight will be my first performance with Black Velvet Burlesque–just a small, group part, but I’m beyond excited.
“Thank you. I’m nervous.”
Flynn has taken me to rehearsals twice a week with Black Velvet Burlesque, not just dropping me off, but sitting to watch them in their entirety, as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. He’s also brought me to their performances every week. There was tension the first rehearsal between me and
