6
At first, the audience reacted just like Zoe. The comments were a wall of disbelief, calling me a liar and a braggart.
Then, someone posted a screenshot. It was from the official website of The Monaco Grand Prix of Dance, showing the panel of judges for the sixth regional circuit. And there it was, nestled among a list of long, European–sounding names, was one that stood out for its simple elegance:
Aria Serrano.
“HOLY SHIT, SHE’S ACTUALLY A JUDGE.”
“MY GOD, just competing in that is insane, but she was a JUDGE? How good is she?!”
“Okay, she’s a badass, but Liam still can’t do anything. The fact is, he stole Adam’s spot. His sister’s talent doesn’t change that.”
“Exactly. Don’t get distracted. Aria might be legit, but Liam still needs to get out of the industry.”
“Am I the only one who thinks Aria’s insults are kind of hilarious? LOL, look at Adam’s face, it’s literally green.”
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The discussion was cut short when Liam came trotting back, a bottle of water in his hand. He beamed at me.
I took it from him, twisting the cap off with practiced ease. “What took you so long?”
“They were short–handed setting up some equipment, so I gave them a hand.”
“Oh. Well, everyone’s here now. Let’s go.”
Only then did Liam look up and offer a cheerful greeting to the others. A moment later, he shuffled back to my side, whispering in what he thought was a quiet voice, “Sis, is it just me, or is the atmosphere a little… weird? What did you guys talk about while I was gone?”
The venomous glares from both Adam and Zoe shot straight to me.
Chapter 1
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I remained perfectly composed, tilting my head with an air of pure innocence. “Weird? What are you talking about? We’re all getting
along swimmingly.”
