Echoes of A Foolish Heart

A Foolish

by girl... how beautiful you are. The joy of Heaven smiled on you and ble

cing through Camilla's mind. Her mother's soft voice-soothing

g, but her soul remembered. The kiss on her forehead, the soft hum in her mother's throat, th

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thudding against her ribcage. She hadn't heard

the ballet practice room, leaning casually

different, casual, but even she heard

r lips. After all these years, after all that

cknowledging her presence. Sure, she'd caught him watching her once or twice, eyes following her

he was. Talki

fluttery around him. It wasn't fair-he had Cleo, after all. Gorgeous, fiery, confident Cleo Cora Whitley. Everyone k

one eyebrow lifted like a cocky cat who knew

clean towel from the shelf and patting the swe

tanding in that doorway for ten

nd. "No way. I w

in a little further. "If the ceiling ha

d on hers. "You're incredible

that contradicted his usual jock bravado. She was speechless, staring at him like she didn't recognize the boy she'

te. Top student. Girls falling at his

ck to reality. "Well... that's kind of you

grabbed her dance bag and s

expectation. She stood 5'11 barefoot-6 feet in heels-and mo

r Port Stephens in Australia, he'd come to the U.S. at 18 to chase a dream-and he'd caught it. From film critic to d

moment he met G

ofessional dancer trained in every style-from ballet to tap-she radiated passion and poise. Max first saw her perform at Broadway's win

Conrad Watchman Nee, to her dressing room with a dinner invitation. The restaurant

ct was the woman wh

sistant opened it with sha

Ms. De Franc's," Conra

the city." She rolled her eyes.

ack, but patient. "

it," she replie

could slam, a

ine, Ab

, smiling gently. "I'm

Macintosh asked me to ex

m I accept. Have the car pick me up

es, ma'am. It wil

ft smile. "Thank you for handling

"It's an art, ma'am. S

he's protective. That'

he car and into Max's world. He waited for her outside the restaurant, dressed in a cream tuxedo and min

nce, was s

ey connected. Within two yea

Max Jr., then three

began volunteering at church. Her love for Jesus grew deeper with time. Max, howeve

came from prayer, Gra

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guments. The dis

strength... but feared he

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