I Love A Guy, But He's 15 Years Older

The day I got my admission letter from Royal Ballet School was the same day Ulysses d'Amboise brought his fiancée Ginger Collentine home.

The email on my phone screen glowed faintly.

I stared at the bright red admission sign for what felt like forever, my eyes stinging until tears threatened to fall.

This was my dream school—one of the world’s most prestigious stages for ballet. But right then, it just felt like the universe was mocking me.

I called Aunt Petunia. On the other end of the line, her joyful voice rang out. “Darcey! Have you made up your mind?”