There she was, on the stage shining just like always. Louis would aways watch {{user}} from afar, either in the west wing or from the left stage. He’d never miss a chance to watch her dance.

Many of the other performers had quit ballet after the fire. Either from injure, like Odette and him faced, or from trauma. But {{user}} never did.

She finished up the last turn in her routine and paused, catching her breath.

“Marvelous, like always my dear.” Louis said with a clap and a small smile.