Page 54 of Love is a Dance Step
Blame her? Lola’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t let the irritation show on her face.
Drew crossed his arms. “Lola is already here. She wasn’t late. You’re in the back today, Brooke.” He turned back to the others. “Now, where was I? Oh, right. You all know the drill. We’re going to run through the dance numbers. Lola, if you get lost, feel free to just watch. We’ll get you up to speed soon.”
Challenge accepted. Lola narrowed her eyes. Drew didn’t know she’d been watching and imitating his dances for years. She might not be good at most things, but this, she could do.
The dancers spread throughout the room as Drew turned the music on.
As soon as she took the first steps, all her second guessing flew from her mind.
Because Lola knew.
Dancing was what she was meant for.
* * *
Lola entered the restaurant for a late lunch. Dancers crowded around tables with white tablecloths, but no one looked at her or waved her over.
No matter how quickly she picked up their dances or how easily she’d matched them step for step, she was still an outsider.
With a sigh, she found an empty table and scanned the menu. When the waiter came around, she asked for a chicken club with fries. He gave her a strange look before nodding and walking away.
Lola’s phone buzzed, and she pulled it free, smiling when she saw who it was. Bringing it to her ear, she answered, “Mama.”
Her mom started off with her rapid Spanish, talking about everything that had happened in the single day Lola had been gone—which was nothing.
“Mama.” Lola laughed as she cut her off. “I miss you too.”
Her mom sighed. “Mija, this house is so empty.”
“It’s only been a day. You told me you were okay with this.”
“I am. Tell me, how is the rock thing?”
“You mean the tour?” She laughed. “It’s…” Frustrating. Confusing. Lonely. And that was only day one. “Great, Mama. Really great.”
“I’m so glad. You will send me a video of your first concert, yes?”
“Mama… I’m not going on stage tomorrow.”
“And why not?” Her mom’s indignation made her smile. “You deserve to be up there,Mija. Do not let this rock boy tell you otherwise.”
“It’s okay, Mama. I’m not ready.”
“You were born ready for this. You know every one of their dances.”
“They don’t know that.” Someone slid into the chair across from her. “Mama, I need to go. I’ll call you later.”
“Okay.Te amo.”
“Te amo, Mama.”
She hung up and looked to find Nolan watching her in fascination. “Can I help you?”
“I have been assigned as your wizard guide, your Gandalf, if you will.”
One brow arched. “What does that even mean?”
“Dancing, darling. What else? Piper wants me to work with you.”
