Chapter 48: Paris and the FBI
*Mia*
“Very nice, Mia! Let’s try that routine one more time.”
I took a deep breath, letting my eyes flutter shut briefly as the soft music restarted. I let the melody carry me through the practice room.
Michael was watching me dip and spin with his arms crossed, his mouth in a firm line. It was funny to catch glimpses of the calculating expression he got whenever he watched one of us practice a routine. He was normally so excitable and carefree, but as soon as the music started and I started to step in time to it, he became a rather stoic man. He almost looked like he was made out of stone as his bright blue eyes followed my every move.
After the court hearing the day before, I was glad to leave Jack’s apartment to go practice with Michael. It was the most normal I’d felt in a long time, probably since before Abbie passed away.