Chapter 14 At this announcement , the younger dancers erupted in excited squeals and whispers . Oh my God , Luigi Maggiore is coming here ? I heard he hasnt attended a social event in months ! Do you think hes looking for new talent to sponsor ? The company scattered to their dressing rooms , frantically touching up makeup and adjusting costumes , each hoping to catch the eye of Bostons most eligible widower . Only Ariana remained frozen in place , her mind racing with alarm . Why would Luigi come backstage ? Even during his most obsessive pursuit of her years ago , he had never once visited her behind the scenes his assistants had simply delivered roses or arranged town cars . Her thoughts spiraled into darker territory . Was this somehow connected to the revenge plots hed schemed with his friends ? Had he somehow recognized her despite the mask ? Was he planning some new humiliation as punishment for deceiving him with her false death ? Her fingernails dug painfully into her palms as fragmented memories of the ninety eight pranks flashed through her mind . Ariana , Margarets concerned voice cut through her panic . Youve gone completely white . I just- she managed , her usual composure crumbling . You dont look well at all . Perhaps you should return to the hotel before he arrives . Ill make your excuses some diplomatic nonsense about vocal rest affecting your breathing . Dont worry about Maggiore weve got plenty of donors without him . Ariana nodded gratefully , not trusting her voice . With a quick pivot , she headed for the stage door , not even pausing to remove her performance mask or change from her costume . avy velvet curtain , Just as she reached the exit corridor , approaching footsteps echoed from beyond the heavy accompanied by the theater directors sycophantic voice . Right this way , Mr. Maggiore . The company is absolutely thrilled youve joined us tonight . Your support of the arts is legendary . As the curtain began to part , Arianas heart nearly stopped . She quickly ducked into a shadowed alcove used for quick costume changes , pressing herself against the wall as Luigi entered the backstage area . The Back Swans Final Revenge Pirouette : The 99th Langt stepped in the owned hacker , ly nadomeške arah tha the Hy wat Matra Female dancers in various stages of cosy flame , voices overlapping as they introduced the Mr. Maggiore , I danced the second variation -such an honor to meet you- -would love to show you around Boston sometimes RMA MARA Their competing fragrances created a suffocating cloud of flora and fat made him physically recall . The artificial sweetness reminded him , by warkoor , offs sample sent over clean soap and occasionally a hint of jasmine when shed splurge on key test four He endured their attention with practiced stoicism , his eyes methodically teasing the sear Something someone had drawn him here , and it wasrt these eager young women with their cons ambitions . As he nodded mechanically at whatever the blonde in front of him war sefing , a barely perceptible sent cut through the perfume fog the faintest trace of jasmine and something undgquely familiar . His body recognized it before his mind could process why Luigis attention sharpened , his gaze sweeping the room with renewed focus until locking onto a shadowed alcove where a figure in a pink costume stood partially concealed . That would be your principal dancer , wouldnt it ? he asked abruptly , cutting off the blonde mid sentence . With those words , he redirected every eye in the room toward the corner where Ariana had tried to hide . Finding herself suddenly illuminated by attention , she felt her pulse stutter , then race wildly . The artistic director , realizing Ariana hadnt managed to escape , shot her an apologetic glance before reluctantly motioning her forward. Ariana approached with the measured composure that years of performance had instilled in her , though her heart hammered so violently she feared it might be visible through her costume . Luigi made no attempt to disguise his scrutiny . His eyes tracked methodically from her temple to her toes , lingering on specific details the particular curve of her wrist , the precise length of her fingers , the slight asymmetry in her shoulders that he had once memorized while watching her sleep. He searched desperately for confirmation , frustrated by the mask that still concealed the features he once knew better than his own . Each familiar element sent a jolt of recognition through him , yet without seeing her face , certainty remained just beyond reach . The silence between the stretched , eletric and weedore , end is finally benke i Why are you still wearing your musk offer besonders despite the chaos in his mind . steady From the moment she had first appeared onmage , something about her had reached directly into the mod wounded part of him . While ery other dancer had worked desperately to gain his notice tonight this woman adone seemed determined to avoid it . She had been the first to vanish during curtain calls , nearly running from the stage as if prirmed by something only the mould see This evasiveness fascinated him since his public announcement as a grieving widower , Bostons socialites had pursued him relentlessly despite his obedous disinterest . Yet this dancer recolled from him as if he were radioactive . More unsettling still was how her movement quality had triggered something visceral within him for a brief , irrational moment , hed believed he was watching Ariana , impossible as that was If he hadnt personally scattered what remained of her ashes after Leilas desecration , he might have believed in ghosts . These questions had driven him backstage immediately after the performance , propelled by an irrational hope he couldnt even admit to himself that somehow , impossibly , this was Ariana . Ghost or miracle , hallucination or elaborate deception he didnt care . He just needed to see her one more time , to say what he should have said years ago , before it was too late . To be forgiveness from the woman whose life he had destroyed for a revenge that was never justified to begin with . Title: A Princess? No! I'm the Female General! In "A Princess? No! 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