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However, Dane grasped what Elaine was implying. It was one thing for someone else to make such a statement, but Kristine? He had cautioned her before.
Eliza then urged, “Isabella, would you dare to dance right now?”
“Yes, I can. But can anyone question the judges’ authority or this competition’s fairness? Your baseless doubts are disrupting the entire event,” Isabella retorted sharply.
“It all depends on whether you truly qualify as a judge! If you prove worthy, I’ll never compete here again,” Eliza said firmly. “But if you’re not worthy, you owe everyone here an apology, admit your bias, and change my score!”
Isabella thought Eliza was a fool, desperately wanting to cause herself trouble. It seemed like the perfect moment for a dance.
“Okay.” Isabella agreed and stood up, ready to dance.
Compelled To Validate Her Talents
Kristine was practically buzzing with anticipation. In her mind, there was no way Isabella could be up to the task of judging. Even Lynda, with all her credentials, hadn’t made the cut. The judges were supposed to be the elite of the elite. Isabella was too young. How could she possibly have the expertise?
The thought of Isabella facing potential embarrassment in front of everyone brought a gleeful expectation to Kristine. She watched intently as Isabella approached the stage, her gaze unwavering.
Eliza shared the same sentiment as Kristine, both of them bracing to witness what they expected to be a cringe-worthy performance.
The audience’s curiosity was piqued as they awaited Isabella’s performance. Did Isabella truly earn her spot on the panel, or were there underhanded tactics at play?
Lynda watched Isabella from afar with a critical eye. Suddenly, she marched onto the stage, confronting Isabella with firm resolve.
“Enough of this. Step down as judge. Apologize to Eliza later, and we can move past this,” Lynda said sternly.
Isabella, however, ignored Lynda completely. It was an overt snub, marking the first time Lynda had been so publicly disregarded. But although she was embarrassed, her primary concern was the Patton family’s dignity. Being part of the Patton family meant Isabella’s actions cast a long shadow over their collective reputation—a legacy built over generations that Lynda was not about to see tarnished.
“That’s enough, Isabella. Don’t let your pride dominate you. This is a national dance competition, not a personal showcase!” Lynda whispered fiercely, hoping to sway Isabella to reconsider her stance.
As Lynda voiced her concerns, Isabella had already begun her dance. She raised her arms, her movements embodying the fluidity and strength of water. Each posture was captivating, holding the audience spellbound as they watched her graceful execution.
The complexity of her routine was evident, yet Isabella executed each movement with ease.
“It looks like she’s performing Celestial Song!” someone exclaimed in awe. “Incredible! I’ve studied it for years and barely scratched the surface!”
“Her technique is impeccable!”
“Why is this move so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere!”
As the performance unfolded, the beauty and familiarity of Isabella’s dance enveloped the audience, drawing them deeper into the experience. Isabella’s flawless execution commanded their undivided attention.
Gradually, the noise of the crowd subsided, their focus converging solely on Isabella. It was as though she was the only person left in existence, the world around her fading into the background.
When the dance finally concluded, a hush lingered over the hall, the audience too mesmerized to break the silence immediately.
Lynda, previously so full of rebuke, stared at Isabella, stunned. Isabella wasn’t just competent—she was exceptional. Her posture, her timing, her expression—everything was impeccable!
The movements that had seemed insurmountable even to Lynda were effortlessly mastered by Isabella. This recognition humbled Lynda, as she acknowledged that Isabella’s appointment as a judge was based purely on her talent.
The audience’s prolonged silence, broken by their sudden applause, echoed this sentiment. The quiet had stemmed not from confusion or disapproval but from sheer astonishment at the skill displayed before them. The crowd erupted, their accolades filling the hall.
“Oh my God! She is so amazing! How is someone so young this proficient in dance?”
“She reminds me of Bella, who we hardly see in public. Could it be…?”
“Absolutely, if she is Bella, then her judging this competition definitely raises its caliber!”
Meanwhile, Trevor had been a silent observer throughout this unfolding drama. Witnessing Isabella compelled to validate her talents, he had felt a surge of protectiveness and frustration. Catching her eye, he gave a subtle wink, seeking her agreement for his next move. Isabella caught his cue, her long eyelashes fluttering as she nodded.
Seizing the moment, Trevor rose and grabbed the microphone.
“Yes, she is indeed Bella!”
The revelation struck the audience like a thunderbolt, sparking a new wave of excitement.
The confirmation of Isabella’s identity as Bella reverberated throughout the crowd, amplifying their shock despite their prior suspicions. Her low-profile existence had kept her face obscured from many, yet her reputation as a prodigious talent was undeniable.
“She’s truly a marvel—a rare gem in Lorpond!” an emotional audience member exclaimed, on the verge of tears.
“Bella’s youth and talent could bring huge glory to Lorpond, something we’ve not seen on the global stage for ages!” another added, awestruck by the revelation.
“Whoever questioned Bella’s ability, what a fool!” someone scoffed.
“To think that the National Dance Association’s competitions aren’t fair—ridiculous!”
While the crowd buzzed with excitement and admiration, Kristine and Eliza were left in a state of bewilderment.
Bella? Isabella was Bella?
Eliza could barely process the truth as disbelief turned to dread. She stood isolated, the weight of mocking gazes bearing down on her, her complexion ghostly pale, her body beginning to quake with the realization of her grave error.
“Eliza, you expressed doubts about the judge’s integrity. According to the competition rules, you are hereby blacklisted,” Trevor declared.
This declaration marked a pivotal moment. It wasn’t just a significant twist in the competition, but a potential turning point in Eliza’s dance career.
As the crowd’s taunts echoed through the hall, Eliza hurried away, her departure marked by overwhelming shame.
Meanwhile, Kristine, who had also voiced doubts about Isabella, remained seated, engulfed in anxiety. Her mind blanked in the wake of the unfolding drama.
The competition continued, with each subsequent performer seemingly driven to exceed themselves, each striving to impress Bella.
Hours later, as the event drew to a close, Kristine was declared the winner.
The moment she had dreamed of—basking in the spotlight, trophy in hand—finally arrived. Yet, any sense of triumph was gone.
Her gaze fell on Isabella, and the stark contrast between their achievements sank in. Kristine had won the competition, yet Isabella, younger and already serving as a judge, embodied a level of success that felt unattainable.
Kristine felt a sting of bitterness in her heart. After the event, everyone gathered backstage.
Elaine grasped Isabella’s hand, exclaiming, “My baby, you’re Bella! You’re incredible!”
“Thank you, Mom,” Isabella replied, beaming.
“We’re so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter.” Elaine gazed at Glenn with happiness and pride.
Glenn swelled with pride too. His daughter was truly outstanding.
Waylon stood there in shock. “My sister is so talented! Am I the least talented in our family?”
“Shut up, you loser,” Dane said sharply. “You’re nowhere near Isabella’s level.”
Waylon sighed but was genuinely joyful for Isabella.
Standing to the side, Kristine watched the crowd surrounding Isabella. Once more, she felt overlooked. She clenched her fists tightly.
“You’re so impressive, Isabella,” Kristine remarked with feigned kindness and awe. “But why didn’t you tell your family you are Bella?”
Her tone suggested that Isabella didn’t value the Patton family enough.
Isabella looked at her and responded, “I didn’t think it was important.”
Everyone fell silent. Isabella had unintentionally flaunted her status. Kristine’s embarrassment deepened.
She was going crazy. How could someone who grew up in the countryside outshine her?
When she spotted Lynda, she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
“Aunt…”
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