Chapter 21: Two Can Tango at The Flamenco
When I stare at myself in the mirror, I’m stunned. Zelia stands beside me, a sad yet satisfied smile on her face. The dress itself embodies the essence of Flamenco, only pink. The glitter of the corset holding my top half together glitters every time I move.
“Sit,” Zelia barks and I sit in the chair, too stunned to question, or complain. She squints at me, face directly in front of mine. “If you so much as pop one stitch at this event, consider your career at Ocean Tech canceled.” She backs away nodding, I guess with the satisfaction of her threat. Not that it was needed. “Alright stand up. We only have a few minutes to practice your walk.”
“My walk?” I stand and put a hand on my hip. “I can walk just fine, thank you.”
“Oh really?” Zelia crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow. “Walk to that wall and back.”