The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 14



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 hasn’t attended a social event in months!”
“Do you think he’s 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 Boston’s 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 he’d 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,” Margaret’s concerned voice cut through her panic. “You’ve gone completely white.”
“I just-” she managed, her usual composure crumbling.
“You don’t look well at all. Perhaps you should return to the hotel before he arrives. I’ll make your excuses–some diplomatic
nonsense about vocal rest affecting your breathing. Don’t worry about Maggiore–we’ve 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

director’s sycophantic voice.
“Right this way, Mr. Maggiore. The company is absolutely thrilled you’ve joined us tonight. Your support of the arts is legendary.”
As the curtain began to part, Ariana’s 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.
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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
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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

Luigi’s 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, wouldn’t 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
hadn’t 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.
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“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, Boston’s 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,
he’d believed he was watching Ariana, impossible as that was
If he hadn’t personally scattered what remained of her ashes after Leila’s desecration, he might have believed in ghosts.
These questions had driven him backstage immediately after the performance, propelled by an irrational hope he couldn’t even
admit to himself that somehow, impossibly, this was Ariana. Ghost or miracle, hallucination or elaborate deception–he didn’t
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.


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