Chapter 207: Cheyenne Brings Shame Upon Herself

Chapter 207: Cheyenne Brings Shame Upon

Herself

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.

Her smile became even colder and more sarcastic than before. Ever

since she moved out of here, Abbie had moved in with Kelvin? It wasn't

surprising at all that there would be a pair of shoes belonging to her

here too.

Abbie elegantly changed into her dancing shoes which matched

perfectly with her white chiffon dress tonight. Her confidence shone

through every spin, jump and arm extension like an elegant swan

playing in a lake - just like something straight out of a fairytale

storybook.

To outsiders who were watching this performance without any

knowledge or expertise on dance techniques might think it was

impressive but not Cheyenne.

When Abbie jumped halfway up into the air earlier on during one move,

Cheyenne noticed how obvious it was that Abbie's her feet were not

aligned properly, and there was a slight tremor upon landing.

It may have been subtle but Cheyenne saw it nonetheless. Perhaps

due to lack of practice combined with her foot injury, her skills were

evidently impacted.

Even if she hadn't been injured during her peak, Cheyenne knew that

there was no way Abbie could have become a professor at Varsden Art

College. There were reasons for that.

Cheyenne looked towards Kelvin who also happened to be looking right

back at her. He saw disdain and contempt in her eyes, and this only

fueled Kelvin's frustration. He downed his drink, feeling inexplicably

agitated.

"Wow! Abie dances so beautifully! She looks just like a fairy!" Emelia

exclaimed admiringly while gazing enviously at Abbie.

"Miss Berry's performance of Swan Lake is the most technically precise

I have ever seen,” remarked one spectator.

“It looks like Miss Lawrence is going to lose,” another chimed in.

As the applause died down, Abbie felt beads of sweat forming on her

forehead. She had a congenital heart condition and hadn't exercised in

a while, and she could feel her stamina waning. She used to be able to

spin twenty times, but now she was struggling at fifteen.

Finally, with a graceful finish and a bow, Abbie received thunderous

applause from the audience. As she walked over to Cheyenne with a

smile on her face, she spoke softly, “Miss Lawrence, you can still back

out now."

“I didn't really want to compete against you either. But Miss Foley trusts

me and I can't let her down."

Abbie looked pensive as she added, "I'm also worried that if I win, it will

look like bullying someone smaller than me. For your sake too, why

don't you just quit now?"

Cheyenne raised an eyebrow at this suggestion before responding,

"Well, Miss Berry, you should worry more about the mistakes in your

routine just now."

"Black Swan requires 32 single-leg rotations, but you performed only

15 spins. Additionally, your footwork exceeded thirty centimeters which

is not allowed according to the choreography.”

The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention towards

Cheyenne. They wondered how an airhead like Cheyenne could know

so much about ballet and pinpoint exactly where Abbie went wrong.

"Cheyenne, what nonsense are you spewing? If Abbie can't dance well,

what are you then? If you're so capable, step up and show us!" Emelia

shouted in defiance.

She had firmly believed that Cheyenne was nothing more than eye

candy with no abilities, but in the next moment, she was proven wrong

by Cheyenne's actions.