The Wish Collector by Mia Sheridan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Mia Sheridan
- Language: English
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- Genre: Magical Realism, Contemporary Romance
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“Extend your arm. Clara, you are supposed to look like a swan but you look
like a duck. Begin again.” The music came to a sudden halt and there was a
collective—though quiet—groan from the other dancers. Heat rose in Clara’s
face as she noticed the disdainful glares shot in her direction. Being the new
girl in the New Orleans Ballet was proving to be everything she’d feared.
“Yes, Madame Fournier.” Clara returned to her mark, positioning her
body as the music began again. I am a swan. I am a swan, she chanted in her
The problem was, despite her focus on a gracefully extended arm, Clara
felt like a duck. One very much out of water.
As practice ended and the other dancers began gathering their things,
Clara walked to her duffle bag, putting her foot on the bench and untying the
silken ribbons of her pointe shoes.
“A girl I know went to the Goddard School with her,” Belinda Baker
whispered from behind Clara, clearly referring to her. “She was the recipient
of that Dance For Life Scholarship, otherwise she never would have gotten
in.” Clara swung her duffle bag over her shoulder, glancing back at Belinda,
who obviously hadn’t realized she was there, her eyes widening in surprise as
their gazes met. Clara turned and quickly walked out of the theater.
It was true what Belinda had said: Clara’s father had sacrificed in every
way possible so she could follow her dream of becoming a professional
ballerina. But he never could have afforded that school without assistance.
Clara was proud of that scholarship, and she wouldn’t let a couple of gossipy
girls make her feel differently.
Still, thoughts of her father caused that familiar ache to take center stage
in her chest and she had to force herself not to tear up. Her recent move to
New Orleans had been hard, the fact that her reception in the ballet had been
less than . . . warm only compounded that hardship, and this feeling of
melancholy seemed to be her constant companion.
She spotted the bus rounding the corner and speed-walked to make it to
the bus stop a block away, fumbling for her phone. “Thanks,” she said
breathlessly as she scanned her mobile ticket, and the bus driver gave her a
wide, welcoming smile. She smiled back, grateful for what felt like a little
sunshine on a cloudy day.
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