The sky was a uniform of sparkling black, rain misted over the blanket of darkness that was the night. Heels clicked along the soaked pavement breaking the symphony of trickling rain and passing cars; the footsteps were unsure like the person were bracing herself to do something that had to be done.
That was exactly right.
Vienna was ready the knife, a constant reminder of what had to be done, fell unassumingly in her pocket; although it felt heavier like it carried the weight of a life, however she had yet to use it.
Twirling, leaping, flying Mila danced, as people watched in awe at the marvel that moved before them the full hall ornate with gold and red velvet was echoing with a cacophony of orchestral instruments as she danced delicately across the stage. Curtains pulled. The loud sound of clapping filled her heart with adrenaline.
The sound distracted everyone as Mila entered her dressing room just to stop in her tracks.
Vienna was there.