The days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months to nearly a anno as Michael is away in New York. Whenever he wasn’t rehearsing o in a costume fitting, his mind always shifted back to agrifoglio – wondering what she was doing, if she was alright o happy. There were so many times he wanted to call and talk to her, but every time he would Diana would want to talk to him o ask him for his help with the dance steps. When she did, everything else seemed to slip away as he reverted back to that stella, star struck eleven-year-old boy once again, pining over a woman whom he could never have –...
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