Chapter 91

Chapter 91:

The blonde woman fumed at Rosaline’s parting remark, glaring as the Lorpond group walked away. Frustrated, she vented her anger, “Anna, those people from Lorpond are too arrogant!”

Anna Murray, standing beside her, remained calm, her voice flat and emotionless. “They’re not worth our energy. Anyone who gets eliminated in the first round isn’t a threat.”

The blonde woman, Julie Hopkins, brightened at Anna’s words, her confidence restored. “You’re right, Anna. You’re going to win this year. Tomorrow, they’ll be the ones crying!”

Anna said nothing more, walking into their room with her usual quiet, composed demeanor.

Meanwhile, Madisyn led Rosaline and the male contestant into the presidential suite. Both stood in awe at the luxurious surroundings.

“Is this really the presidential suite? I’ve never seen anything like it!” Rosaline marveled.

The male contestant turned to Madisyn, gratitude in his voice. “Thank you, Madi. Those Mafelen competitors were insufferable. We would have been stuck if not for you.”

Rosaline nodded in agreement, a playful grin on her face. “Exactly! Did you see their faces? I bet they won’t be so quick to cross us again!”

Lynda, who had been observing quietly, looked at Madisyn, her curiosity piqued. “When did you manage to get this suite?”

Madisyn smiled slightly. “Andrew secured it for me. He thought I might not be comfortable in the standard room, but I hadn’t planned on using it—until we met those two.”

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Lynda’s expression softened, and she nodded. “Well, it seems we’re well-prepared now. Unpack your things, and we’ll go over the competition details soon.”

With the competition looming, everyone quickly got to work unpacking their luggage. Once settled, they gathered around the sofa as Lynda began her analysis of the situation.

“This year, the toughest competitors come from Mafelen,” Lynda started gravely. “The international competition has been held here for the last few years because their contestants have been the strongest. Most of the judges are also from Mafelen, so we’ll need to truly excel to make an impression.”

She continued, her tone serious. “Julie Hopkins, the blonde woman, placed tenth last year and is expected to be in the top three this time. The real threat, however, is Anna Murray, the woman who didn’t say much. She’s considered a prodigy in the dance world. Although she didn’t compete last year due to health reasons, she’s still the favorite to win this year.”

Lynda pulled up a video of Anna performing, and the group watched in silence. Anna’s movements were flawless, her presence on stage commanding. The subtle disdain in her gaze only added to her mystique, making it clear she was an experienced dancer who knew her worth.

Rosaline and the male contestant exchanged worried glances. In Lorpond, they had been seen as stars, but here, in the international arena, the competition was clearly on a different level.

Sensing their unease, Lynda reassured them. “No matter what happens, this is a valuable experience. Don’t let nerves get in the way. Focus on giving your best performance.”

They both nodded, though their anxiety was still visible.

Lynda encouraged everyone to get a good night’s sleep so they’d be in top form for the competition the following day.

After everyone retreated to their rooms, Madisyn took a long shower and then settled onto the bed, gazing out the window at the star-filled sky. The peaceful nightscape outside helped calm her nerves before the big day ahead.

As she lay there, her phone rang.

“Are you asleep?” Andrew’s deep, warm voice asked on the other end.

“Just about to. What about you?”

“I’m wrapping up a few things. Mafelen has some great local dishes—how about we go out for dinner tomorrow after the competition?”

“Sure,” Madisyn replied, her tone lifting at the thought. She had heard that the local cuisine in Mafelen was fantastic, particularly their afternoon tea, which was renowned for its unique flavors.

Andrew chuckled softly, sensing the change in her mood.

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