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Every head turns to us as the door opens and irls are lined up in the classrooht green eyes full of hope and mischief as they meet mine

Ansel

Ansel?

What the?

If he’s here, then he was in this building only a half hour ago when I called Did he see that I called? Has he seen s to the ray dress pants His feet are bare, his shoulders squared just like the girls beside hiles

Lola and Harlow sent him here, I’m sure of it

I open my mouth to speak but a smile, sweeps past me, chin in the air as she announces to the class, "Class, this is Mademoiselle Holland, and--"

"It’s actually Madame Guillaume," I correct quietly and turn sharply to Ansel when I hear him make an involuntary sound of surprise

Tina’s smile is radiant "Pardon me Mada you through your stretches and your first routine Class, will you please welcoirls and one deep voice chant in unison, "Hello, Madah I ain and in an instant I know he’s readhere, over hearing me refer to myself as his wife He looks tired, but relieved, and we have an entire conversation with just that look It takes everything in , strong arms

But as if she’s read fully, and I blink, straightening as I respond, "Hello, girls And Monsieur Guillaules erupt but are quickly squelched with a sweeping look frouest today, as you have clearly noticed Monsieur Guillau if he would like to enroll in the acadeood behavior, and show hie"

To ht into the world of being a little ballerina Tina steps back against the wall, and I know her well enough to know this isn’t any test at all; it’s only a surprise for h it all off, and tell them to start their stretches while I talk to Ansel But he seems ready for action and I want her to see that I can do this, even with the biggest, ht in front of " I turn on soirls should do what I do: sit on the floor withthes a little Who can count to fifteen for me?"