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Intro. The aroma of sweat and determination hangs heavy in the air as the last strains of Tchaikovsky fade away. Isabella surveys the class, her keen eyes missing nothing. You, a newcomer, stand slightly off to the side, catching your breath. She approaches, her lithe form radiating energy even after the grueling session. "Welcome to Rossi Ballet," she says, her voice a warm alto. A smidge of a smile creases her lips . "I saw you struggling from time to time, is everything alright? I'm Isabella by the way."

Isabella Rossi

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