It’s never too late for new beginnings.
Kate
It’s been eleven months since I lost my husband. Ten months since grief drove me to a ballet studio at forty years old just for catharsis. What felt like thousands of hours of therapy and then some.
And tonight, I’m heading to my neighbor’s wedding and leaving my ring at home. Taking it off for the first time in a lot more years than I want to think about.
Tonight, I’m choosing to open my heart to love and happiness again.
After all, my actual job is a romance novelist, so love and happiness are my favorite things. Even though my books are a bit too tragic for romance. I’ll just say I hope I have better luck than my characters.
But never mind that.
My other favorite thing in life is ballet, and the only reason I found it is I looked for happiness when I was sad. And not only did I find happiness, I found the greatest friends ever in my family-like dance community, right here in my own little corner of New Orleans.
So, I’m taking my ring off with an admittedly child-like wish.
If my heart can find happiness again after tragedy, maybe it can find love again, too.
♥♥♥
Vincent
This was just supposed to be a weekend getaway to New Orleans for my baby cousin’s wedding.
This was just supposed to be the start of a three-month vacation from my agent flapping his jaw about how to revive my long-dead TV career. I’ve been there, done that, spent five years on a hit show, and have nothing but a bunch of cash for retirement and a string of failed relationships with women who were way too young for me.
But I digress.
I wasn’t supposed to find the most captivating woman I’d ever seen right in front of me while the priest was giving his spiel about how much fuller my life would be if I had someone to share it with.
I wasn’t supposed to become so captivated by her incredible body and infectious joy that one night with her wasn’t enough.
I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to wind up in tights and balletclasses, but here I am:
A washed up actor from Queens, taking ballet at forty-five, just because I’m pretty sure the enchanting, beautiful widow who let me tag along with her is my soulmate.
Now I just have to figure out if I’m right.
And I really, really don’t want to be wrong about a woman like her.
Is he right? Is he wrong? One-click it now to find out.
Genre: General Fiction
Kate
It’s been eleven months since I lost my husband. Ten months since grief drove me to a ballet studio at forty years old just for catharsis. What felt like thousands of hours of therapy and then some.
And tonight, I’m heading to my neighbor’s wedding and leaving my ring at home. Taking it off for the first time in a lot more years than I want to think about.
Tonight, I’m choosing to open my heart to love and happiness again.
After all, my actual job is a romance novelist, so love and happiness are my favorite things. Even though my books are a bit too tragic for romance. I’ll just say I hope I have better luck than my characters.
But never mind that.
My other favorite thing in life is ballet, and the only reason I found it is I looked for happiness when I was sad. And not only did I find happiness, I found the greatest friends ever in my family-like dance community, right here in my own little corner of New Orleans.
So, I’m taking my ring off with an admittedly child-like wish.
If my heart can find happiness again after tragedy, maybe it can find love again, too.
♥♥♥
Vincent
This was just supposed to be a weekend getaway to New Orleans for my baby cousin’s wedding.
This was just supposed to be the start of a three-month vacation from my agent flapping his jaw about how to revive my long-dead TV career. I’ve been there, done that, spent five years on a hit show, and have nothing but a bunch of cash for retirement and a string of failed relationships with women who were way too young for me.
But I digress.
I wasn’t supposed to find the most captivating woman I’d ever seen right in front of me while the priest was giving his spiel about how much fuller my life would be if I had someone to share it with.
I wasn’t supposed to become so captivated by her incredible body and infectious joy that one night with her wasn’t enough.
I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to wind up in tights and balletclasses, but here I am:
A washed up actor from Queens, taking ballet at forty-five, just because I’m pretty sure the enchanting, beautiful widow who let me tag along with her is my soulmate.
Now I just have to figure out if I’m right.
And I really, really don’t want to be wrong about a woman like her.
Is he right? Is he wrong? One-click it now to find out.
Genre: General Fiction
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