The winter lights in the studio had never looked colder. Frost traced the edges of the stage like lace, each flake catching the glare of a single spotlight. When she stepped into that light, the room seemed to inhale.
The winter lights in the studio had never looked colder. Frost traced the edges of the stage like lace, each flake catching the glare of a single spotlight. When she stepped into that light, the room seemed to inhale.