Sophia Bautista smiled as one of her students approached her. Well, not really a 'student' so to speak, but everyone who took her dance class was classified as one. Owning a dance studio had it's pros and cons for Sophia. She got to do what she loved and that was dance…but for being 'well' known, she'd get her share of high class people coming in to see if what she taught was to their 'liking'. Sophia most of the time rolled her eyes and passed it by but when it happened to be her own brother and fiancé taking the class, that really didn't make it any easier. So, the best thing she did was just take it for the time being.
"Yes, Stacy?" She replied as she stood up to greet her soon to be sister-in-law. Oh, the quiver it put in her stomach to think about it. "Everything okay?" She asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Stacy replaced the cap on her water bottle before speaking. "Don't you guys have an air conditioner in here? Everyone is dying of heat." She said in that high tone of voice, which she only used to complain…which seemed like all the time.
Sophia cleared her throat and just looked at her brother as he approached the two women. "We've only been dancing for twenty minutes, Stacy..." She took a quick minute to scan the room. "And it seems to me everyone else is doing quite fine." She finished with a big fake smile.
Randy Orton wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulders. "Everything okay with my two favorite women?" He asked as a smirk spread across his face. Although he knew the hatred between the two, it was still fun to tease.
Stacy huffed and grabbed her fiancé's hand. "Whatever. Come on, we have to get this dance down before our wedding. That by the way is coming in less than a month." The blonde stated as she tugged Randy towards her.
"And you had to choose my class." Sophia said under her breath making the twosome stare her way.
"Did you say something?" Randy questioned his sister.
Sophia just shushed them away and gathered her students back on to the dance floor. She cringed when she heard Stacy's high pitched laugh. God, and she had to deal with it for the rest of her life? Maybe she should just kill herself right now. Putting a smile back on her face, she resumed her spot in front of the couples as the music blared from the speakers.
"Okay, start off from the beginning and then we'll move on." Sophia snapped her fingers as she counted out loud to the beats of the music.
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Sophia Marie Bautista, originally born an Orton before she got married to her husband of four years. Randy Orton was her one and only sibling, thank God because he was enough. A year younger to her age of twenty-nine, but still acted as if he was ten years older. Their parents were still 'together' in the sense, but had their share of problems that were always off and on. Randy nor Sophia never took it upon themselves to get involved…they didn't know why but they just didn't.
Dave Bautista was his name. Her husband's name to be exact. They met through Randy. The two men both worked on the police force as homicide detectives. Although they never really liked to use the title because of the things they would deal with day in and day out. Dave and Sophia started off as an attraction but soon fell into something more. They dated for at least a year before he finally 'popped' the question over a romantic dinner at his place. It'd be four years on her upcoming thirty birthday. Never in her life did she think she'd ever get married. Let alone four years. But he'd been the one to sweep her off her feet, the one to put a smile on her face every morning. He could easily be considered the epitome of every woman's dream.
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