Eve started swinging her legs. There wasn't anything else to do. Once, she tried to straighten her knees. Gravity pulled down her legs hard, making it difficult. She pointed her toes and lifted one foot higher.
Her muscles quivered as she held the pose.
She held her breath. Then, she slowly let the rope go. Her arms sloped upwards and her hands extended to the air. She looked up and dropped the smile from her face. A soft gasp escaped her lips. The sun beams passed through her fingers.
Her body felt weightless as if one with the air. Her muscles gradually hardened and executed an elegant flutter kick. It ignited a spark in her spirit. At this moment, she wasn't falling.
She was flying.
"Hm."
Cale flickered his eye towards the head photographer. "What is it?"
"Is Evangeline a dancer?"
