My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455

Gianna

A speaker sat near one of the flower beds, filling the warm afternoon air with soft piano music. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, painting everything gold.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t thinking about college.

Or work.

Or Raphael.

Or Leone.

I was thinking about ballet.

Just ballet.

My feet were bare against the floor. My hair was twisted into a tight bun. My muscles burned pleasantly from the last hour of training.

And I couldn’t stop smiling.

The instructor Maddie had somehow managed to fly in from another continent was everything I could have hoped

for.

He was strict, blunt, terrifyingly talented and completely obsessed with technique.

Which meant he spent most of his time correcting every tiny thing I did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

“Shoulders.”

I immediately lowered them.

“Better.”

He circled me slowly, studying every movement, every adjustment, every tiny mistake. The focused look on his face reminded me of someone else.

A certain irritating, impossible man who stared at computer screens like they personally owed him money.

I immediately shook my head.

No.

Absolutely not.

I was having a good day.

Raphael Capone was not invited into my thoughts, not after he had acted like I was personally trying to bring down the entire family’s security by answering one phone call.

Prick.

“Again.”

I repeated the movement.

“Stop thinking.”

“I am not thinking.”

“You are.”

“I promise I’m not.”

“You are literally arguing while dancing.”

I adjusted my position.

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