It was always like this when she gazed at her daughter, but watching her grow and change in front of her was awe-inspiring. Her throat tightened and she grinned madly as Becca spun and floated to the music without error. Those were five of the happiest minutes in Sydney's life.
Then it was over, and the other groups of dancers took their turns. When the lights came up, chaos erupted and she and Tristan quickly dropped hands. She tried to control the heat rising to her cheeks and blamed it on the stuffiness in the recital hall rather than the hand-holding.
She turned, ready to dive into organized-mom mode. "I have to go backstage and pick her up. I can't thank you enough for- Why are you covered in pink sparkles?"
With the lights now shining full force, she took in his ruined suit and the hazelnut strands of hair highlighted in pink.
His lower lip twitched. "Just a little incident with the aerosol can."
She narrowed her gaze suspiciously. "Anything else happen?"
His left brow rose in his trademark giveaway of a bald-faced lie. "Nope."
Oh, she so didn't believe him. She hoped it wasn't a disaster that couldn't be fixed. Sticking him with the ballet recital was intense. Not many regular parents managed well, let alone someone who wasn't often around children. "Okay. Shall I meet you out front?"
He nodded, then paused. "She was good."
His voice sounded a tad wobbly. An odd expression flickered across his face, like he wasn't used to communicating his feelings. Her heart pounded so hard she swore he glanced at her chest. "Thanks. She likes to dance."
"I was bored the first half, though."
A laugh escaped at his obvious truth. "Most parents are," she confided. "We only want to see our own children perform, but we pretend we're all about the group."
"Moms are kind of hard-core, aren't they?"
"You have no idea."
"Now I think I do."
She frowned at the strange words, but then she was getting pushed by the crowd and had to go with the flow. "I'll meet you out front," she said again. Scrambling past chairs and proud, bragging moms, she dove into the madness and finally reached her daughter in the back room, standing with her friends, talking excitedly.
"Mama! I didn't stumble, not once!"
Sydney held her tight but was forced to let go way too quickly. She'd been given new rules about showing too much motherly affection in front of Becca's friends. "I'm so proud of you girls!" She gave each of them a quick hug. "You worked so hard, and it really showed."
"Thanks, Ms. Seymour," they all chanted in unison. Becca's three best friends had grown up with her from preschool into elementary school and were very close. Their mothers were responsible and down-to-earth, but she didn't get to attend many mommy dates due to her work schedule.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ellison are taking everyone out for ice cream. Can I go? Please?"
She hesitated, more for her than for Becca. She'd been looking forward to having some time alone to go over the recital. Maybe make some popcorn and rent a movie. She'd even originally planned on inviting all the girls out so she could soak up her daughter's excitement. But Becca's face was all puppy-dog eager, matched by the trio surrounding her, so Sydney gave in.
"Sure. Lyndsey, is your mom outside, so I can talk to her?"
"Yes."
"Okay, grab your bags, and let's head out. Becca, don't forget to thank Tristan for taking you."
"I won't."
They pushed their way out the front door, and she gulped in the crisp air washing over her heated skin. The girls huddled together in excitement, and she said a few quick words to Lyndsey's parents, who looked happy enough to escort four girls into their maroon minivan.
Becca ran back and stopped in front of Tristan. He sank to his knees so he was on her level. His smile flashed a set of straight white teeth. He had the grace of old-school Cary Grant and the handsome charm of Leonardo DiCaprio rolled into one. Sydney's heart hitched when her daughter practically beamed in front of him. "Thank you for taking me, Tristan."
"You're welcome. You were magnificent."
Her cheeks pinkened. "You didn't think it was too boring?"
"Absolutely not. What was that twirly move where you lifted your right leg?"
"A pirouette!" she said proudly.
"Yes. I have no idea how you didn't fall over."
"They teach you about using a focal point, but my teacher said you need to let go of your mind and trust your body."
"Excellent advice."
They stared at each other, smiling. "Well, I have to go with my friends now. We're getting ice cream."
"Sounds fun. Do you have your ID handy?"