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Lynda then suggested, anticipation in her voice, “Can you perform that dance again today? If you show everyone, they’ll surely be impressed.”
Kristine frowned slightly. “Actually, it was all impromptu last time, and I’ve forgotten exactly how I danced.”
Lynda encouraged her with a smile. “Well, it seems you have a knack for improvisation. It’s fine. Just dance casually. I’d love to see your performance.”
Kristine took a deep breath. She had just started practicing and was worried her imperfections might be noticed. However, Lynda’s expectant eyes left her no choice but to begin.
Ding!
Just as she started, Lynda’s phone rang. “What is it?” Lynda’s voice shifted from curious to serious. “Alright, I’ll be right over.”
She turned to Kristine, apologetic. “I’m sorry, Kristine. There’s an urgent matter at the association that I need to take care of immediately.”
“It’s alright, Auntie. You should attend to that,” Kristine said, her tone understanding yet tinged with a sense of relief. Lynda then rushed off.
Kristine recognized the urgent need to refine her improvisational dancing—she couldn’t risk Lynda finding out that she hadn’t been the one dancing in the living room last night. Kristine resolved to enhance her skills, refusing to be outshone, especially by a maid.
When Isabella walked into her room, she found her maid, Fiona, visibly upset while cleaning the floor.
“What’s troubling you, Fiona?” Isabella inquired with concern. “Did Kristine give you a hard time again?”
“Yes,” Fiona replied, pausing as confusion clouded her features. “She asked me some odd questions.”
“Like what?”
“She inquired about the dance I supposedly performed. But I don’t know the first thing about dancing!”
Dance? Isabella frowned. It seemed that Kristine was on a quest to identify the mysterious dancer who had performed in the living room last night. Realizing that, Isabella said, “Don’t worry about it. If she bothers you again, just let me know.”
“Okay, I’ll get back to work then,” Fiona replied, relieved by Isabella’s support.
Once alone, Isabella turned her attention to her computer to go over the materials for the upcoming dance competition. Eliza would be participating in the preliminaries, while Kristine, due to her advanced skills, was allowed to go straight to the finals. The preliminaries were scheduled for the day after tomorrow.
The next morning, Isabella received an enticing message from Andrew. “That restaurant we went to has started a delivery service. You liked their black truffle sirloin, right? Now you can enjoy it at home.”
Isabella indeed loved it but decided to order just that and nothing else since lunch was already prepared at home. During the meal, she found herself eating less than usual, which did not go unnoticed.
Elaine, observing her daughter’s lack of appetite, expressed her concern. “Isabella, you ate so little. Is the food at home not to your liking?”
“No, Mom, I’m just not very hungry,” Isabella reassured her, trying to alleviate any worries.
“Alright then.”
Despite her assurances, her diminished appetite persisted for a whole day. Elaine knocked on Isabella’s door the next day, and the enticing aroma of food immediately greeted her as the door swung open. Both mother and daughter exchanged knowing glances, and Isabella felt a twinge of guilt. “Mom…”
In the Chapman household, ordering takeout was frowned upon, seen as unsophisticated. Isabella had never eaten takeout at home before. Elaine observed her daughter for a moment, her expression unreadable. Isabella pursed her lips, feeling a bit nervous.
Then, with a curious gleam in her eyes, Elaine asked, “Sweetheart, what are you eating? It smells wonderful!”
“It’s takeout from Riggi Huggi,” Isabella confessed. “Do you want to try some?”
“May I?”
“Of course!” Isabella invited her mother in.
After a bite, Elaine’s face lit up with understanding and pleasure. “This is delicious. But, does Riggi Huggi do takeout now?”
“Yes, Andrew mentioned it yesterday. Weren’t you aware, Mom?”
“Perhaps because I seldom dine out.” Elaine reflected, then with brightened eyes, she expressed, “Isabella, do make sure to order some for me next time.”
Isabella, initially surprised by her mother’s response, felt a wave of relief. It turned out that ordering takeout wouldn’t get her scolded. Smiling warmly, she assured her mother, “Absolutely, Mom.”
After a brief chat, Elaine left the room. After the meal, Isabella made her way to the dance competition venue. It was a world buzzing with talent from across the country. Upon entering the backstage area, Isabella noticed a cluster of people surrounding a familiar figure. It was Eliza.
What a coincidence! At that moment, Eliza was enjoying the admiration of others. She had once shared a dance studio with these individuals, but her new status as the Chapman family’s heiress had transformed her relationships; those around her now seemed eager to gain her favor.
Eliza was basking in the adulation until her eyes met Isabella’s, sparking a flicker of surprise and curiosity. What was Isabella doing here at a dance competition? The thought of Isabella competing seemed to unsettle her.
With a change in her demeanor, Eliza approached Isabella, her voice carrying a mix of intrigue and caution. “Isabella, are you thinking of competing as well?”
Isabella shot Eliza a cold look. “What does it have to do with you?”
As Isabella remained distant and haughty, Eliza’s expression grew stern. “I’m only trying to offer you a piece of advice. This national dance competition seeks exceptional dancers for the international stage. You simply don’t fit in here!”
“Whether I fit in or not isn’t up to you,” Isabella retorted, her voice steady.
Eliza’s hands balled into fists. Despite being just a farmer’s daughter now, Isabella maintained her pride! As she watched Isabella walk away, a sly spark flickered in Eliza’s eyes. Well, since Isabella was competing, Eliza was determined to see her fail!
Isabella entered an office to meet Trevor Walsh, the president of the National Dance Association.
Seeing her, Trevor expressed his astonishment. “Are you Bella?”
“Yes, that’s me,” Isabella replied, her tone unaffected.
Trevor, impressed by her aura and presence, had already formed a preliminary judgment. “Bella, I didn’t expect you to be so young. If others knew, they’d be so envious! Our country is fortunate to have someone like you. Come, I’ll have my secretary get you your judge’s ID card.”
Isabella nodded, and Trevor’s secretary escorted her out.
At that moment, Lynda walked in, taken aback to see Isabella departing. She inquired of Trevor, “Was Isabella here to meet with you?”
“Yes, do you know her?”
“She’s my brother’s daughter,” Lynda responded, her tone neutral, having been briefed by Kristine on Isabella’s less-than-likable traits.
Trevor’s expression brightened. “Is that so? Well, Lynda, you’re quite lucky!”
“What do you mean by that, Trevor?” Lynda asked.
“You have an exceptionally gifted niece,” Trevor remarked implicitly.
Lynda was a bit surprised, then said with a smile, “Yes, my niece is indeed quite remarkable.”
Kristine was certainly very talented. Regarding Isabella… She only hoped that Isabella, coming from a rural area with a dubious reputation, wouldn’t hold them back.
“So Trevor, what do you think about my suggestion for Kristine to lead the planning department?” Lynda asked.
After pausing to think it over, Trevor responded, “If she’s as skilled as you claim, then a fast-track promotion could be considered. Yet, she needs to prove herself. We should watch how she handles the finals first.”
Lynda nodded in agreement. “Understood.”
When Isabella returned holding her judge’s ID card, she encountered a group of contestants embroiled in an argument. There were muffled cries. Driven by curiosity, Isabella moved closer to see what was happening and was shocked to find Eliza at the heart of the commotion, holding a torn dress. Eliza’s face, streaked with tears, appeared distressing as others tried to soothe her.
Upon spotting Isabella, Eliza quickly accused, “Isabella, it was you, wasn’t it? I know you resent me for my participation in the competition and see me as a threat, but you shouldn’t have done this! How can I compete now with my dress destroyed? I’ve been preparing relentlessly for years for this day!”
Her emotional speech touched all the dancers. Indeed, they had each devoted years to enhancing their skills in hopes of succeeding in the national dance competition. So, having a dress ruined just before the competition was heartbreaking!
“But Eliza, are you certain it was her?” someone questioned.
With tears welling up, Eliza nodded emphatically. “Yes, it has to be her! I noticed her going into the lounge right after I left. Out of everyone here, only she resents me. She never wanted me in the competition. Since I was reunited with my family and she was expelled from my home, she has been hating me. She has both motive and opportunity!”
Her persuasive accusation gradually convinced everyone, and they started looking at Isabella with contempt.
“How could you go so far? Don’t you realize how crucial today’s competition is for dancers?”
“Eliza is the rightful heiress of the Chapman family. You occupied her spot for years, and now you hold a grudge against her? You wouldn’t have enjoyed the finer things in life without her!”
“‘Apologize to Eliza!”
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