What if I disapprove of him?

Soon after, Arwen heard the host announce Amelia's performance. And she turned her attention to the stage, her eyes slightly sparkling with anticipation. "It's her dance," she muttered under the breath. 

Gianna nodded completing her thought. "Let's focus on it now. We will discuss the rest later." 

Arwen smiled and nodded in agreement, and soon both their gazes zeroed at the stage. 

Amelia's moves were flawless, just as Arwen had last remembered. But what impressed her even more was the noticeable improvement in the girl's posture. Her every stretch, every turn, was either perfect or incredibly close to it. 

Watching her perform so well, a proud smile slowly spread across Arwen's face, warm and maternal, like that of a mother seeing her daughter shine on the stage. Maybe because she had witnessed the journey to the ballet stage, or maybe because she was a part of it.