I laughed them off. “I’ve been drinking a ton of water,” I explained. Heather eyed me. She was next to me in the row. We were standing on a bridge over the river. “Really?” “Really,” I responded. “Nothing else?” “Nope.” I smiled at the camera. God, I couldn’t remember being this happy. Every part of me felt light and airy. It was strange and unique. It reminded me of how I used to feel on stage. That feeling of euphoria as the prima ballerina. The photographer asked us to pose for a few more shots and then he called it a wrap. I jogged down the stairs. Heather was on my heels. “I didn’t hear you come in last night,” she snickered. She was already at breakfast when I snuck into the room. “I stayed out longer than I thought—you know, catching up.” I twisted the cap off a bottle of water.
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