The sky had just darkened when an ordinary Chevrolet sedan drove into the standalone villa community on the outskirts of Beverly Hills.
The driver, Martin, made a call and quickly found his destination, turning directly into the courtyard of a villa.
The villa door opened, and Silsa Ronan stood at the entrance, waving.
Martin got out of the car and went directly into the villa.
Silsa closed the door behind him.
All the windows of the villa were covered with thick curtains, and there was no everyday furniture in the living room. Mirrors were installed on certain spots of the walls and ceiling, and the floor was covered with smooth wood.
Martin glanced around the hall; there was a ballet barre in front of a wall of mirrors, and near the mirror on the opposite wall, there was a row of black sofas for resting, facing a pole that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.
The whole villa's living room had been converted into a dance studio.
