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I had to spend the night in a cell. Raphael spent all of the visiting hours reassuring me that everything was going to be alright, but all I could do was stare at the bars. The next morning I was woken up to go to my bail hearing, and after hours of sitting in a very uncomfortable court bench the judge posted my bail at 500 grand.

I gave Raphael a look from where he was sitting, a look that forbade him from even trying to pay.

A few hours later I was in his Ferrari, sighing.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” I asked, the usual bite in my words replaced with apathy.

“I wasn’t going to let you rot in a cell until the trial. What’s the point of money if I couldn’t do something as small as that?”

“That money could have paid for a house.” I said point-blank, and he shrugged.

“I already have various estates. I don’t need another. It was money well-spent.”

I stared at him and turned to the window in resignation.

A trial. Lawyers. Bail. Words I’d only ever seen in bad TV serials. What was happening to my life?

Oh god.

Swan Lake...” I started, as if only just remembering.

Raphael looked at me apologetically.

“Price is probably already in the process of re-casting your role and choosing a new Odette.”

I felt my chest seize up and bit my lip.

“Raphael...I know I made you promise not to use your influence for me...but I have a favour to ask.”


“I have a friend. Beatrice Green. I want her to be my replacement. Especially in Giselle.”

“Consider it done.” 

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