Chapter 61 I<b>Want</b>It


    Linda pointed out the direction to the central hall, and Sylvia nodded her thanks. Though they hadn’t exined what brought them there, encountering such an enthusiastic little fan made both Sylvia and Juliet happy. After a quick look, they decided to focus on their primary task–knowing that the buzz of the event cruidn’t be settled just by their presence, they didn’t linger, valuing their own time over the spectacle.


    Their inspection didn’t reveal anything out of the ordinary, aside from the fact that today’s exceptional event made usual operations challenging. Still, they knew that it was precisely these times that demanded foresight and precautions.


    Havingpleted their rounds, Sylvia and Juliet found a spot topile their observations into a report for the uing meeting. While they understood the day’s exceptions, they pondered how the mall would handle everyday issues.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    “Today’s showcase mightst three hours, followed by a meeting–it feels a bit rushed, doesn’t it?” Juliet nced at the makeshift stage where Brock was performing. His every note seemed to unleash waves of excitement, a testament to his importance to the fans.


    Sylvia turned away from the spectacle, yfully berating her brother in her thoughts. “Forget him. He’s acting like aplete show–off,” she remarked dryly, elicitingughter from Juliet.


    “You’re lucky he can’t do anything about your teasing right now. If he could… well, let’s just say he probably wouldn’t be too pleased,” Juliet said with a grin.


    Sylvia just shrugged, well aware that she’d never dare to tease him like this to his face.


    After discussing their findings, Juliet caught sight of a w machine nearby, but this one was unique–it required ying a dance game to win prizes. She was clearly enthused butcked the coordination to give it a go herself, so her eyes inevitably turned to Sylvia.


    Sylvia knew exactly what her friend was thinking–they’d grown up together, after all. For all of Juliet’s talents, coordination was not among them. Despite their parents enrolling her in various dance sses, her instructors would invariably<b>send</b>her back with a message to its futility. Now, Juliet’s hopeful eyes pleaded wordlessly for Sylvia’s aid.


    “Please, I really want it,” she begged with a look so pitiful it could soften the hardest of hearts.


    Sylvia tried to resist, feeling the activity was too childish and fearing it might tarnish her professional image. But Juliet’s imploring gaze eventually won over. “Alright, but just this once. Next time, just buy it. You have plenty of money, and you’d probably<b>save</b>if you didn’t keep getting me to win these things,” she conceded, draping her coat over her arm and heading to the dance game.


    “<b>You</b>don’t get it. Buying takes away the<b>fun</b>, it’s the thrill of winning them that counts,” Juliet argued.


    “But<b>you’re</b>not the one winning.” Sylvia pointed out with a smirk, fully aware of Juliet’sck of response to that contingent reality.


    Realizing she had noeback, Jullet shot Sylvia a re that only made herugh harder. It was all in


    <b>good</b>fun between friends.


    “Alright, enough joking. Which one do you want? Sylvia asked, arriving at the dance game and turning to Juliet for her choice.


    Juliet couldn’t decide–she wanted every single one. Sylvia understood, realizing this meant she’d be dedicating the entire afternoon to this venture.


    “Well, if it means that much to you,” she sighed. “I’ll try, just this once–and there won’t be a<b>second</b>time.”


    Sylvia’s acquiescence sent waves of excitement through Juliet. As Sylvia approached the machine, it was deserted; everyone was captivated by Brock’s performance. The attendant barely nced Sylvia’s way, taking her money with disinterest before returning attention to the stage.


    Sylvia tossed in her coins and steeled herself for the challenge, not expecting the game tounch with a song of stratospheric difficulty. Despite her best efforts, the first round ended in dismal failure.


    The abysmal score plunged both Sylvia and Juliet into<b>silence</b>, Juliet tentatively suggested, “Maybe we should call it quits?”


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