His Devotion, Her Deception

regular roasted peanuts that I repackaged into smaller bags with a label I designed myself, claiming they were a "guilt-free, port

irst software company off the ground. I had just bought my first car, a u

did was drive to

from now on," I told her, my

, gentle smile that

dancers to think I'm getting special treatment. It'

but I understood. I thought it

ar behind her bus, just to

new costumes for a regional competition, but their funding was cut. I anony

friends to a celebration dinner. She had me dr

t whisper. "My friends can be a little much, and I don't want to compli

ching them laugh and talk through the window, feeling like a chauffeur. Sh

ieved

everythin

e a slap in the face. It wasn't about keepin

ture of herself in her stage makeup. The caption read: "Finals night! Feeling so grateful for a

ends. That'

home. I had a ticket for the front row. She wanted her "

e floor. I walked away from her dressing room do

hit her, and she was breathtaking. She moved with a power a

watching her shine, the heavy box in my coat p