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.
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