Of course, the price remained the same. Ivy has learned a thing or two there, and she's more than happy to see the dance studio's reputation soar.
Ivy looked indifferently at Ophelia, who, despite pleading, wore an expression of utter humiliation.
The situation struck her as rather comical.
"Look at you, not even a genuine apology. You love to dance, so keep on dancing here. But remember one thing—I don't want to hear any more trouble-making rumors started by you."
Ophelia's head snapped up as she glared at Ivy with venom. She was certain this woman was being vindictive just because of Mr. Howard.
Such a catch, and Ivy wanted him all to herself, not even considering the mess she'd caused for Ophelia's family!
"What are you still looking at?"
Balfour stepped in front of Ivy, a frown creasing his forehead. He didn't take kindly to the hostile stares directed at her.
"She's agreed to let you stay, but if you can't behave, I can just as easily have you leave."
Eventually, under Balfour's reproachful gaze, Ophelia lowered her eyes, seething, "Yes, I understand."
Once Balfour and Ivy left, the classroom buzzed back to life from the eerie silence that had settled over it. Everyone huddled together, still buzzing about Ivy's performance.
"Wow, I had no idea she could dance like that. I'm totally blown away!"
"Yeah, I always thought Ms. Madison was just buttering her up when they said she had talent! Turns out, jeez, I've been dancing for years and can't even hold a candle to her. The gap between people is even bigger than between people and pigs."
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