Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the dance. I had to earn Riley's approval to receive his guidance. It didn't matter how arrogant he was. The real goal was to master the skills, the ones no one could take away from me.
I didn't remember how long we danced, but when Riley pressed the button to stop the music, I realized my entire body, including my forehead, was drenched in sweat.
Mason was fine, but as soon as the music stopped, he immediately dropped the tender look in his eyes, released me, and walked over to Riley. "How did she do?" he asked.
Riley gave me an approving glance and answered, "Not bad. She's quite smart. She's got the potential to be a dancer. It's a shame she's a bit older. If she were younger, with proper training, she could be a star."
"She doesn't need to be a star. I just want her to look like a seasoned dancer. Can you do that in a month?" Mason asked.
"That's going to be tough."
"That's fine. She's not afraid of hard work."
They completely ignored how I felt, casually deciding on the next month's training right in front of me.
Then began my hellish routine. Every day, I spent an hour showering, eating, and resting. I got three hours of sleep, and the rest of the time was spent dancing. My training sessions stretched up to twenty hours a day.
In the first few days, my arms and legs felt like they weren't even mine anymore. But I kept pushing through, grinding my teeth.
Riley told me that if I could make it through the first week, I'd stretch out all the stiffness in my body.
Describing my intense training as just exhausting seemed accurate. I never once stopped sweating.
In the end, my hard work paid off. My efforts finally earned me a smile of approval from Riley.
By the time he left, I wasn't just proficient in tango, waltz, cha-cha, and rumba, the famous ballroom dances—I had even learned a little about some famous ancient dances from Andover.
At that point, I didn't know what all the hardship of learning these dances would be for, but later, it turned out they were incredibly useful in social situations.
In the third month, I had a new set of teachers—not just one, but several.
My training shifted from indoors to outdoors, and the activities expanded from dancing to horseback riding, swimming, shooting, combat skills, and more.
The island wasn't very big, but it had everything. In addition to the racetrack, swimming pool, and other basic facilities, there was even a small airport in the northwest corner of the island.
From the way the people on the island treated Mason, it was clear that this small island was likely his private property. Up until now, my understanding of him was limited to just his name.
But Mason's influence was enormous. The island itself and the teachers he hired for me were proof of that. Each of these teachers was a top expert in their field. Yet, they all started from scratch, patiently teaching me, a woman who knew nothing.
Except for Riley, the dance teacher, who was more or less "tricked" into teaching me, the rest of the teachers willingly agreed to help.
I certainly didn't let myself think that it was my charm that made them agree. When they spoke about Mason, they were full of admiration, and they never mentioned a word about his status.
The three months of training were finally over, and just as Mason had said at the beginning, it wasn't just my appearance that changed, but my inner world had been completely transformed.
The old me was shaped by Amelia to believe that nothing mattered more than my husband and mother-in-law. My world was so small it revolved around groceries and housework. But these past few months of training opened my eyes and completely changed me.