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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 the Mafelen contestants are in need. If you want the room so badly, it’s yours.”
Rosaline’s eyes widened, not willing to back down so easily. Why was Isabella giving in? It was clear these women were just trying to humiliate them!
Lynda was also puzzled by Isabella’s decision to concede. But before Rosaline or the male contestant could object, Isabella held up a keycard. “I have a presidential suite here. Initially, I thought staying in our assigned rooms would be fine, given that we’re all competitors. But seeing how desperately the Mafelen contestants want this room, we’ll move to the suite.”
The blonde woman’s eyes flickered as she registered the sight of the keycard. The presidential suite in this hotel was notoriously expensive—far beyond what she or her companion could afford.
Isabella calmly took the woman’s offered card and said, “Since you were so kind as to offer compensation, we’ll accept this.”
She turned to Rosaline and the male contestant, her voice steady. “Pack your things. We’re moving to the presidential suite. There’s more than enough room for all of us.”
Rosaline, who had been initially annoyed, now felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. The smug expression on the blonde woman’s face had vanished, replaced with anger and envy.
As they gathered their belongings, Rosaline couldn’t resist throwing a parting remark over her shoulder. “We’ll leave the room to you. Enjoy the view. But don’t get any ideas about taking the presidential suite—you’d need a bit more than ten thousand dollars for that!”
The blonde woman seethed as the Lorpond contestants made their exit, victorious in a battle they hadn’t expected to win.
The blonde woman fumed at Rosaline’s parting remark, glaring as the Lorpond group walked away. Frustrated, she vented her anger, “Anna, those people from Lorpond are too arrogant!”
Anna Murray, standing beside her, remained calm, her voice flat and emotionless. “They’re not worth our energy. Anyone who gets eliminated in the first round isn’t a threat.”
The blonde woman, Julie Hopkins, brightened at Anna’s words, her confidence restored. “You’re right, Anna. You’re going to win this year. Tomorrow, they’ll be the ones crying!”
Anna said nothing more, walking into their room with her usual quiet, composed demeanor.
Meanwhile, Isabella led Rosaline and the male contestant into the presidential suite. Both stood in awe at the luxurious surroundings.
“Is this really the presidential suite? I’ve never seen anything like it!” Rosaline marveled.
The male contestant turned to Isabella, gratitude in his voice. “Thank you, Bella. Those Mafelen competitors were insufferable. We would have been stuck if not for you.”
Rosaline nodded in agreement, a playful grin on her face. “Exactly! Did you see their faces? I bet they won’t be so quick to cross us again!”
Lynda, who had been observing quietly, looked at Isabella, her curiosity piqued. “When did you manage to get this suite?”
Isabella smiled slightly. “Andrew secured it for me. He thought I might not be comfortable in the standard room, but I hadn’t planned on using it—until we met those two.”
Lynda’s expression softened, and she nodded. “Well, it seems we’re well-prepared now. Unpack your things, and we’ll go over the competition details soon.”
With the competition looming, everyone quickly got to work unpacking their luggage. Once settled, they gathered around the sofa as Lynda began her analysis of the situation.
“This year, the toughest competitors come from Mafelen,” Lynda started gravely. “The international competition has been held here for the last few years because their contestants have been the strongest. Most of the judges are also from Mafelen, so we’ll need to truly excel to make an impression.”
She continued, her tone serious. “Julie Hopkins, the blonde woman, placed tenth last year and is expected to be in the top three this time. The real threat, however, is Anna Murray, the woman who didn’t say much. She’s considered a prodigy in the dance world. Although she didn’t compete last year due to health reasons, she’s still the favorite to win this year.”
Lynda pulled up a video of Anna performing, and the group watched in silence. Anna’s movements were flawless, her presence on stage commanding. The subtle disdain in her gaze only added to her mystique, making it clear she was an experienced dancer who knew her worth.
Rosaline and the male contestant exchanged worried glances. In Lorpond, they had been seen as stars, but here, in the international arena, the competition was clearly on a different level.
Sensing their unease, Lynda reassured them. “No matter what happens, this is a valuable experience. Don’t let nerves get in the way. Focus on giving your best performance.”
They both nodded, though their anxiety was still visible.
Lynda encouraged everyone to get a good night’s sleep so they’d be in top form for the competition the following day.
After everyone retreated to their rooms, Isabella took a long shower and then settled onto the bed, gazing out the window at the star-filled sky. The peaceful nightscape outside helped calm her nerves before the big day ahead.
As she lay there, her phone rang.
“Are you asleep?” Andrew’s deep, warm voice asked on the other end.
“Just about to. What about you?”
“I’m wrapping up a few things. Mafelen has some great local dishes—how about we go out for dinner tomorrow after the competition?”
“Sure,” Isabella replied, her tone lifting at the thought. She had heard that the local cuisine in Mafelen was fantastic, particularly their afternoon tea, which was renowned for its unique flavors.
Andrew chuckled softly, sensing the change in her mood.
Isabella and Andrew chatted lightly, and soon after, she drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Andrew, though on a business trip, found himself stepping out of a crucial meeting to make a phone call. The executives in the meeting were left confused by his sudden departure, but his assistant understood the reason. Stepping outside, he found his usually stern boss smiling warmly into his phone—something rare for Andrew. The assistant returned to the conference room with this knowledge, careful not to reveal the truth behind Andrew’s unusual behavior.
When Andrew re-entered the room, he resumed his typical authoritative demeanor. Tapping the table decisively, he announced, “Let’s continue,” effortlessly returning to his work.
The next morning, Isabella woke refreshed, unlike the others who sported dark circles from a sleepless night. Lynda greeted her with a smile, offering breakfast and reminding everyone to stay calm in the first round of the competition. The key, she said, was to avoid mistakes.
As they ate, Isabella shared a lighthearted tip: “If you’re nervous, imagine your opponents as cabbages and the judges as vegetables.” Rosaline and Gerard laughed at the suggestion, the tension in the room easing slightly.
Once they finished, they made their way to the competition venue, where contestants were drawing lots to determine their order of performance. Everyone was on edge, exchanging polite but brief greetings.
When they encountered Anna and Julie, Julie couldn’t resist taunting them. After seeing Isabella’s number, 78, Julie sneered, “How lucky for you. Can’t wait to see how you embarrass your country.”
Lynda was ready to fire back, but Isabella, calm and composed, replied, “Who will embarrass their country isn’t determined yet. I look forward to your performance too. Let’s see who really ends up embarrassed.”
Julie’s face darkened, but Anna, uninterested in the confrontation, simply said, “Let’s go get ready.” With that, they left, their arrogant attitudes lingering behind them.
Several competitors approached Isabella after the exchange, impressed by her bravery in standing up to the intimidating Mafelen dancers. One even gave her a thumbs-up, and another remarked, “I can’t stand their arrogance. They act like they’re the only ones who matter.”
Isabella’s confident demeanor had earned her respect from her peers. Lynda, standing by her side, smiled proudly, knowing Isabella would hold her own against the competition.
Isabella stood backstage with quiet confidence while the competition unfolded. As other contestants took their turns, Rosaline and Gerard returned from their performances buzzing with excitement. Lynda was visibly pleased.
“You both did wonderfully!” Lynda praised them.
Rosaline smiled, admitting, “I was really nervous, but then I remembered what Bella suggested—imagining the audience as cabbages. It helped a lot!”
Gerard, surprised, chimed in, “You did that too? I thought I was the only one!”
Lynda laughed. “It seems Isabella’s tip works wonders.”
But as the excitement settled, Lynda’s face clouded with a hint of worry. “Julie is performing right before you, Isabella. She’s really prepared this time, and if she does well, the audience might expect the next performance to be equally impressive.”
Isabella remained calm, offering Lynda a small, reassuring smile. “I’m not worried,” she said softly.
Julie’s performance was next, and her teacher, Bill Carman, stood backstage with her, offering last-minute tips. Brimming with confidence, Julie assured him, “Don’t worry, Mr. Carman. I’ll make sure Isabella is embarrassed.”
The lights dimmed, and the audience’s attention focused on Julie. She started her routine, graceful and precise, captivating the crowd with her fluid movements. The judges watched her intently, nodding in approval as her performance unfolded seamlessly.
Backstage, Lynda watched the live broadcast of Julie’s performance, feeling a twinge of concern. She hadn’t expected Julie to be this good. The choreography was impressive, clearly crafted by a professional.
As she glanced at Isabella, who appeared lost in thought, Lynda gently reassured her, “Julie’s good, but your dancing skills are far superior.”
Isabella simply blinked, appearing unbothered. She quietly took out her phone and navigated to a covert website—a platform for professionals offering specialized services, like choreographers and even assassins. Months ago, Isabella had submitted a choreography routine for a client, and it turned out Julie was performing that very routine now.
“I’m not worried,” Isabella repeated, this time with a knowing smile.
Lynda, though, remained on edge. She was sure that, deep down, Isabella must be feeling the pressure after witnessing Julie’s strong performance.
When Julie exited the stage, the crowd erupted in applause. It was now Isabella’s turn.
Isabella took the stage, standing silently for a moment before kneeling gracefully, her hand poised at her neck, her expression filled with melancholy. Her fluid movements wove a story of heartbreak and strength, pulling the audience into her world.
The crowd was spellbound.
Isabella’s technique was flawless, but what truly captured everyone was the emotion she poured into each step. She didn’t just dance—she lived every moment of the performance.
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