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“This is disappointing. I really believed Bella would take first place.” “Mafelen must have pulled some strings. This can’t be fair.” “Ugh! I can’t stand Mafelen!” The discontent and frustration of the netizens were palpable. As Kristine scrolled through the comments, a smug smile curled her lips. Meanwhile, across town, others were just as pleased…

The judge in a dilemma momentarily forgot about Rick. “Miss, what are you implying? Do you think you shouldn’t be given second place?” asked one of the Mafelen judges. It was Will Simmons, the previous year’s champion, a man close to forty with an imposing presence. All eyes were on Isabella. Some watched with malicious…

“I’m calling the police right now,” Lynda declared, her fingers trembling as she dialed. As the enemy cars tightened their noose, Isabella braced herself, prepared for another daring maneuver. Yet before she could act, the scene shifted dramatically. The four menacing vehicles suddenly scattered as if swatted by an unseen force. A cadre of jeeps…

Andrew watched Isabella with a tender smile. Isabella smiled back at him, took his hand, and they began walking back together. As her fingers wrapped around his, Andrew felt an unexpected lightness. Who would’ve thought that Anna’s moves would lead to this moment? For a fleeting second, Andrew almost felt grateful to her. But just…

The stage was alive with her presence, and no one could tear their eyes away. Lynda was so engrossed in the performance that she lost track of time. It wasn’t until Isabella finished and bowed deeply that the audience, too, snapped out of their trance. A moment of stunned silence followed, then the applause began—thunderous…

Elaine continued, “You need to reflect on your actions. Until then, you cannot come home.” The coldness in her voice left no room for argument. Kristine’s smug satisfaction drained away in an instant. She had never expected her mother, who had always been supportive, to turn against her. Glenn’s silent but disapproving stare was even…

Rosaline’s face turned red with anger. “Excuse me?” The blonde woman chuckled, “Oh, am I wrong? Lorpond hasn’t made it past the second round for three years. Might as well pack your bags now—you’ll probably be heading home tomorrow anyway.” Isabella, watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up, her voice calm yet commanding. “It seems…

Just then, Kristine emerged from the kitchen, offering soup to Lynda before turning to Isabella, saying, “I’ve made some soup. Would you like to try it?” “Give it a try. Kristine has a knack for cooking,” Lynda said. “No, thanks.” Isabella turned and headed upstairs without another word. Kristine appeared dejected and hurt, murmuring softly,…

News of Kristine’s fall had spread online, and accusations against Isabella were rampant. The internet was abuzz with condemning comments. “How could someone like Bella, with such questionable morals, be a dance master?” “Kristine worked so hard for the competition, and this is how she’s treated?” “Talent doesn’t excuse awful behavior—she shouldn’t represent our country!”…

“Kristine, there’s something I need to ask you,” Lynda said, fixing her gaze on her. “Tell me honestly, was that you dancing in the living room the other day?” Kristine was stunned. She hadn’t anticipated Lynda would bring up such a distant memory, and suddenly, she found herself unable to cry. Seeing the panic on…