A few months ago, I had just won a prestigious dance award, and the television network invited me to choreograph a solo piece to perform during the New Year Gala,
The holiday held a special place in every household, mine included.
On a more personal note, I wanted to use this dance as a message to my late parents–to show them I was doing well, that I was strong, and most importantly….
I still believed in them.
Because of this, I turned down several other performances to dedicate myself to creating the piece.
During those weeks, I locked myself in the home studio every day, meticulously crafting the choreography and fine–tuning every move until it was perfect.
When the final version was ready, the only person I showed it to was Julian.
He even recorded it on his phone, saying he wanted to keep it so he could watch it again and again.
And now, he had given this dance–a piece I had poured my heart and soul into for months- to Averil!
How dare he?!
The rage burned through my chest, making it ache with every heartbeat.
Julian knew exactly how much this dance meant to me, yet he had deliber to Averil, letting her use it as a weapon to redeem herself.
‘y handed it over
How disgusting. How deplorable.
And to make matters worse, the show wasn’t even live. It had been broadcast last night, and by now, everyone who needed to see it had seen it.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and opened social media.
As expected, Averil’s reputation had taken a sharp turn for the better.
A glowing endorsement from a renowned dance maestro had boosted her image overnight, and her fans had seized the moment. They were rallying under the slogan “True love can never be wrong” and flocking to my profile to play the morality card:
“Miss Dean, Averil has already admitted her mistakes. As her senior, grudge, right?”
Salou won’t hold a
“Averil didn’t really do anything wrong. She just happened to meet the right person at the wrong time.”
Chapter 18
