Whispers in the Dark

The chill of late November had turned London’s cobblestone streets slick with black ice. Inside Dressing Room One at the Royal Opera House, the warmth of radiant radiators and the sweet, familiar scent of rosin and lavender created a tranquil sanctuary. The premier of *Swan Lake* was only forty-eight hours away. Billboards across the West End and Piccadilly Circus featured Vivienne’s striking portrait in her White Swan costume, her name…