Jessi
I laughed as I put the phone down. Mallory, despite being 30 years old, was acting like a lovesick teenager! She really liked Logan, but now she was worrying again about Mary Anne, because Logan would be going to Watson's party as Mallory's date. Of course, I had told her again that it wouldn't be a problem; Mary Anne was now very happily married, and was therefore not going to be worried about who Logan was dating.
Life was never dull when Mallory was around. I was so glad that we had remained such close friends. Now we were both working and living in Stamford, we saw each other quite regularly.
I opened my diary and checked my appointments for the week. Since taking over the running of my old dance school, I never seemed to have a minute to myself. I had, however, made sure that I had next weekend completely free for Watson's party. All of my classes for Saturday were completely covered; luckily I had some wonderful staff working for me. My schedule for the week ahead contained meetings and dance classes, and while I always wished there was time for more dance classes than meetings, I knew that the meetings were an essential part of the business. This week included an appointment with a representative from Juilliard, who was interested in one of our girls; and many other meetings with local businesses who were looking to sponsor our winter show. In addition to this were all my scheduled classes. Everyone had always assumed that I would become a professional ballerina, and it was my dream for so long. I studied dance at college in New York, and I loved every minute of it. However, when I was 22, I suffered a bad ligament injury that kept me away from ballet for 18 months, and I never recovered sufficiently to make it as a pro. Of course, I was devastated at first, but I soon came to appreciate what I had in life. I was fit and healthy, and while I couldn't make my living dancing, that did not mean that I could never dance again. I took an evening course in business management, always planning to open my own school. Then my old ballet teacher contacted me to tell me that she was retiring. At first, I took over the running of her school, as a manager, and then, three years ago, I purchased the business.
I sometimes wondered what my life would have been like if I had take some time to concentrate on my personal life. Thirty years old, still single, and with little hope of ever marrying. I lived alone and often thought how nice it would be to share all my professional success with someone special. However, other than a couple of meaningless flings throughout college, I had never really had a serious relationship. Babies were now beginning to seem as though they would never come along for me. Still, Becca, had three gorgeous children, and I was their favourite aunt. A girl can't have everything in life, can she?
Work kept me busy, and I had Mallory, and some other close friends that I socialised with as often as I had time. However, as time went on, it seemed that everyone was getting married. Even Mallory – she would not want to jinx her new relationship with Logan, but I could tell how much she liked him, and it sounded like he was really into her too. But I was never one to get too maudlin about things. I was very happy with life.
And I was excited about the forthcoming party. I didn't get to see Kristy, Claudia or Stacey as often as I would have liked, and obviously I hadn't seen Mary Anne or Dawn in years. Let the reunion commence!
