When Pride Falls at Your Feet (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 56

The dancers finally looked at Christina with pitying eyes. They themselves had already coldly assessed their own abilities and accepted that this was their limit, but for Christina—who had just tasted the role of the lead—it must be hard to let go.

“Christina, cheer up!”

“Wow—your turn just now was great.”

Emilia’s gaze briefly landed on the dancers, who seemed to have decided simply to cheer her on and were clapping.

Even though they had lowered their voices somewhat, they might still have been heard by Christina—it seemed far too careless. To chatter so openly about someone right in front of them, as if evaluating her, when they weren’t even Enrico—it was infuriating.

Of course, even if Enrico held high status and exceptional talent, it wouldn’t be right for him to judge people that way—but since she herself had contracted with him, she had little room to complain.

Emilia decided to ignore it and slowly began stretching in preparation for the practice that would soon resume. Before long, the chief choreographer and masters outside started entering the rehearsal room, the pianist took his seat at the piano, and the dancers waited to take their positions according to formation.

The male lead dragged a chair to the center and sat down, and Christina assumed a ready stance beside him with a stiff expression. She knew she needed to relax her face, but her mood—already ruined by the dancers’ earlier careless chatter—refused to ease.

‘…How dare those losers think they understand anything.’

Though she knew the words had struck too close to the truth and ruined her mood, Christina swept her eyes over the dancers as if looking at something pitiful and steeled her resolve.

‘I’ll prove it on this stage. If I perform better than Emilia, they’ll have no choice but to give me Giselle.’

Christina stubbornly denied reality, convincing herself the judges had only selected Emilia as lead because they wanted to see her on stage once.

Soon, to the sweet sound of the piano, the tip of her pointe shoe lightly tapped the floor—beneath her graceful movements lay twisted intentions.

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An elegant woman passed through the café entrance and walked between the outdoor tables. Wearing a small hat and a two-piece dress in red and black, she paused briefly to watch the dazzling noon light pouring through the wide windows before glancing around.

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