Chapter 2539
Challenging Ophelia to a dance-off was hardly a sensible move, considering her years of practice.
Even if she hoped to tamp down her rivals with a win, the tactic seemed hasty.
Dancing was Ophelia’s forte, and she lifted her chin with pride. “I won’t be accused of unfair play. How about we perform the routine from last week? We’ll dance side by side and let the audience decide who’s best. It won’t take up too much of your precious time, superstar. What do you say?”
Ivy nodded silently and began to stretch. Last week’s routine was second nature to her now. If Ophelia needed convincing, then Ivy would dance until there was no doubt left.
Praise from her instructor echoed in her mind over the past few days. Yet, Ivy had no clue how others would react to her dance.
Before the showdown, Ivy asked Ms. Madison to let Balfour know she might be late returning home today. –
“You don’t really have to accept this challenge, you know,” Ms. Madison said, holding Ivy’s coat with a worried look. “Even if you win, they won’t acknowledge it.”
After all, Ivy was Mr. Howard’s wife. And if anything happens here, how on earth would she explain it to Mr. Howard?”
What Ivy didn’t know was that the moment she stepped into this studio, Balfour had already secured control through his investments. Unbeknownst to her, she was essentially the boss lady of this dance studio.
Ms. Madison eyed Ivy with concern, but Ivy just offered a faint smile. “Do you think I can’t win this competition?”
Ms. Madison immediately shook her head with conviction. “Of course not! Dancing isn’t just about practice; talent and performance are just as crucial. I’m just worried about the fallout if things escalate.”
Challenges among dancers were nothing new. But today’s competition was bound to be exceptional.
Ophelia took pride in her skills. She had been practicing in the studio for two hours before Ivy’s arrival, ensuring she was well-prepared.
Ivy ignored Ophelia’s provocative looks, focusing instead on warming up. As she effortlessly sank into a perfect split, gasps of admiration rippled through the onlookers. They had underestimated Ivy. It was clear she was no amateur.
Ophelia scoffed. To her, a mere split was trivial, nothing to fuss over. After all, every dancer should master this basic skill. But Ivy, with her celebrity mystique, had captivated the crowd with something seemingly simple.
Not every dancer could perform a split, despite their skill. It often came down to flexibility and anatomy.
The word of the dance-off spread, and students from other classes gathered around. The studio buzzed with excitement, forming a ring around the center stage – Ivy and Ophelia.
As Ivy positioned herself opposite Ophelia, Ms Madison hesitated, still wanting to dissuade her from continuing.
