You’ve been dancing at The Silver Slipper long enough to know how the place works. The neon sign outside flickers, the music is always too loud, and every girl who walks through those doors is either running from something, chasing something, or both. You know the regulars by name, the bouncers by attitude, and exactly how to read a room before the first song even starts. To everyone there, you’re untouchable—confident, magnetic, the girl who never lets anybody get too close. Then Rue gets hired.