(Memories 1)
"What's with the smile, chick?" Cassidy playfully asked, bending down to sit with Dana, who was seated on the floor.
Dana's smile brightened.
"Oh, it's nothing, just a random thought about Jean Pierre Deus," she said with a silent blush.
Cassidy scoffed, "Really? I thought your one and only crush was 'mysterious' Dorian Gray."
"Yeah, it still is, and no one can take that place, not even Jean Pierre Deus," Dana cheerfully corrected. "It's just that I can't wait to meet him and let him watch me dance. You know I look up to him, right?"
Cassidy smiled. "Of course, and trust me, you will dance in front of him."
The hall was the same as the dance class, and Dana, with her thick, long, straightened brown hair with curly fringes falling to her forehead, was the only contrast to the milk-colored and white-painted room, making her seem exquisite.
