Kelvin was infuriated by her disrespectful behavior. His cold, piercing eyes narrowed slightly as a dark emotion flickered across them. Cheyenne was a heartless woman who enjoyed maliciously speculating about others.
Abbie, on the other hand, concealed her inner delight and pretended to be in a difficult situation as she looked over at Kelvin. "Miss Foley trusts me, and I am grateful for that. However, Miss Lawrence's pole dance is not the same as my ballet performance. I'm afraid it wouldn't be fair competition."
Pole dance? The people present looked at Cheyenne with disdainful eyes; in their minds, pole dancing was labeled as vulgar compared to ballet - especially among those who considered themselves high society ladies or wealthy wives.
Moreover, Cheyenne's stunning beauty made her even more intimidating than Abbie's petite and pitiful appearance which won everyone's favor and support.
"Miss Berry, you worry too much," said Cheyenne with a smile. "If you think that pole dancing cannot compare to ballet easily enough, then why don't we perform ballet together?"
Cheyenne's words caused Emelia to burst into laughter like she had heard something hilarious while holding onto her stomach.
"Miss Lawrence," Emelia continued after calming down from laughing so hard. "Who do you think you are? Ballet is not something one can learn overnight! Moreover, Abbie has been practicing for over ten years now and is even a professor at Varsden College of Dance! You... I'm not trying to discourage you but it would be better if you surrendered early."
Emelia's words undoubtedly made Abbie more confident. She had the title of an art college professor, which meant that Cheyenne lost this round.
Kelvin frowned upon hearing Emilia's words before glaring at her sternly and saying, "If you have nothing better to do, then go back to studying! This matter ends here! Tonight is Grandpa's birthday banquet, not an occasion for venting personal emotions."
"Kelvin," said Emilia accusingly while looking directly into his eyes "Are you siding with Cheyenne? You know very well that she will bring shame upon herself so you stopped us?"
She noticed that when Kelvin looked towards Abbie, his gaze remained calm, but when he gazed towards Cheyenne, his eyes were filled with anger, affection, resentment along with jealousy. This was how men should look when they saw someone they liked right before their very own eyes.
He clearly liked this despicable woman named Cheyenne but didn't realize it himself.
Emelia's words hit the mark, and Kelvin's expression darkened further. The intimidating aura that surrounded him caused the temperature in the vicinity to drop several degrees - terrifying anyone nearby.
"Cheyenne has nothing to do with me. Even if it's a self-inflicted humiliation, it's her own choice," Kelvin said coldly as he walked over to an empty seat, showing his indifference towards the situation.
Abbie's eyes lit up, and she nodded confidently, accepting the challenge. She was sure that she could beat Cheyenne as long as Kelvin didn't help her.
Old Mr. Foley couldn't do much about the situation and secretly glared at Emelia, wondering if she had been slacking off on her studies lately and needed more practice.
The order of performance was determined by drawing lots, unfortunately for Cheyenne, she drew second place.
Abbie had special dance shoes that she left behind during her last visit to the Foley Mansion and hadn't taken them back yet. When the servant brought them down from upstairs, Cheyenne's heart skipped a beat and momentarily blanked out.
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