She loved this building with its brick front and chipped white-paned windows and faded blue canopies. A few coats of paint would restore the windows to their former glory as easily as new fabric would replace faded with bright. Well worth the effort, Kenzie knew. No question. She’d loved this building ever since first setting eyes on it as a child when her parents had brought her to an open house to decide if she had any interest in dance lessons. She’d taken lessons from Madame Estelle and the other professionally trained instructors in ballet, jazz, lyrical, tap and musical theater. She’d competed and performed year after year and had even taught classes during summer technique camps. But that had all been before college graduation when she’d struck out to establish her career, and gotten so busy that even squeezing in dance classes as exercise proved a challenge. Before Madame Estelle had passed away and her estate had sold the building to the city.
