Pyotr worked them relentlessly until lunch time. By the time they took a break, Olivia was quite nearly aching! It had been some time since she had danced like that, as Ben had been down for a month already and she had had no one to work with. It took a lot of effort not to let Ben see than, however. If he thought she could not keep up, she may never live it down!<br/><br/>Pyotr clapped his hands together in satisfaction and looked at them both. "Alright, you practice, da? Work on the steps, show me better improvement tomorrow morning, da? Then we work on others." With nod, he made his way to the door. "Remember, practice. I see you tomorrow morning."<br/><br/>Olivia turned away from Max just a touch, wondering how in the world they would practise without speaking to each other. But they did need to work on things. And hard. Things would certainly not be easy, but to get this far, that really was to be expected. It would just be a bit trickier, that was all.<br/><br/>Despite her determination to get through the rest of their studio time that afternoon, she was hard pressed to be the first one to speak or suggest they get back to work. She knew she was being stupid. It was her career at stake here. But the wounds Max and Bella had inflicted on her over the years simply ran too deep to just forget and move on.