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
specting 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 wasbeled as vulgarpared to ballet - especially among those who considered
themselves high societydies 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
cannotpare to ballet easily enough, then why don''t we perform ballet together?"
Cheyenne''s words caused Emelia to burst intoughter like she had heard something hrious
while holding onto her stomach.
"Miss Lawrence," Emelia continued after calming down fromughing 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 ring 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 asion for venting personal emotions."
"Kelvin," said Emilia usingly 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, epting 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 red at Emelia, wondering if she
had been cking off on her studiestely and needed more practice.
The order of performance was determined by drawing lots, unfortunately for Cheyenne, she drew
second ce.
Abbie had special dance shoes that she left behind during herst 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 nked 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 ying in ake - 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 nheless. Perhaps due tock 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 be 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 eximed 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 apuse 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 apuse 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 topete 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."
"ck Swan requires 32 single-leg rotations, but you performed only 15 spins. Additionally, your
footwork exceeded thirty centimeters which is not allowed ording 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.Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.