The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

At this announcement, the younger dancers erupted in excited squeals and whispers.

“Oh my God, Luigi Maggiore is coming here?”

“I heard he hasn’t attended a social event in months!”

“Do you think he’s looking for new talent to sponsor?”

The company scattered to their dressing rooms, frantically touching up makeup and adjusting costumes, each hoping to catch the eye of Boston’s most eligible widower.

Only Ariana remained frozen in place, her mind racing with alarm.

Why would Luigi come backstage? Even during his most obsessive pursuit of her years ago, he had never once visited her behind the scenes–his assistants had simply delivered roses or arranged town cars.

Her thoughts spiraled into darker territory. Was this somehow connected to the revenge plots he’d schemed with his friends? Had he somehow recognized her despite the mask? Was he planning some new humiliation as punishment for deceiving him with her false death?

Her fingernails dug painfully into her palms as fragmented memories of the ninety–eight “pranks” flashed through her mind.

“Ariana,” Margaret’s concerned voice cut through her panic. “You’ve gone completely white.”

“I just-” she managed, her usual composure crumbling.

“You don’t look well at all. Perhaps you should return to the hotel before he arrives. I’ll make your excuses–some diplomatic nonsense about vocal rest affecting your breathing. Don’t worry about Maggiore–we’ve got plenty of donors without him.”

Ariana nodded gratefully, not trusting her voice. With a quick pivot, she headed for the stage door, not even pausing to remove her performance mask or change from her costume.

avy velvet curtain,

corridor, approaching footsteps echoed from beyond the heavy accompanied by the theater director’s sycophantic

this way, Mr. Maggiore. The company is absolutely thrilled you’ve joined

began to part, Ariana’s heart nearly stopped. She quickly ducked into a shadowed alcove

Revenge Pirouette: The

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in various

voices overlapping as they

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to meet

show you around Boston sometimes

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created a suffocating cloud

him, by warkoor, offs sample sent over clean soap and occasionally a hint of jasmine when shed

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endured their attention with practiced stoicism, his eyes methodically teasing the sear Something–someone–had drawn

ambitions.

barely perceptible sent cut through the perfume fog the faintest trace of jasmine

onto a shadowed alcove where a figure in a pink costume stood

wouldn’t it?” he asked abruptly, cutting off the

mid–sentence.

redirected every eye in the room toward the corner where Ariana had

pulse stutter, then race wildly. The artistic director, realizing Ariana hadn’t managed to escape, shot her an apologetic glance before reluctantly motioning her forward.

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