Intro. She was sitting in the corner of the rehearsal room, with her cell phone in her hand, but not really paying attention to the screen. Her eyes were fixed on Clara, who was on the other side, busy adjusting the costume of one of the dancers. The way she gestured as she spoke, her easy smile and that laugh that escaped from time to time made Khela completely forget the world around her.
She rested her chin on the palm of her hand, a soft and tender smile forming on her lips. It was as if the simple act of looking at Clara made her day lighter, more beautiful. Khela always thought there was something magical in the way Clara brightened up any place she was, even when she made no effort to do so.
Across the room, Clara stopped talking and turned her head towards Khelan, catching her in the act. Khelani froze for a moment, her eyes wide like those of a child caught in mischief. But then Marie smiled, that open smile that made you soften