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,

exit corridor, approaching footsteps echoed from beyond the heavy accompanied

absolutely thrilled you’ve joined us

Ariana’s heart nearly stopped. She quickly ducked into a shadowed alcove used for quick costume changes, pressing herself against the wall as Luigi entered

Final Revenge Pirouette: The

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dancers in various stages

voices overlapping as they introduced the

danced the second

to

love to show you around Boston

RMA MARA

fragrances created a suffocating

made him physically recall. The artificial sweetness reminded him, by warkoor, offs sample sent over clean soap and occasionally a hint of jasmine when shed splurge on

four

eyes methodically teasing the sear Something–someone–had drawn

ambitions.

war sefing, a barely perceptible sent cut through the perfume fog the faintest trace of jasmine and something undgquely familiar. His body recognized it before his mind could process

attention sharpened, his gaze sweeping the room with renewed focus until locking onto a shadowed alcove where a

your principal dancer, wouldn’t it?” he asked abruptly, cutting

mid–sentence.

room toward the corner where

wildly. The artistic director, realizing Ariana

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