Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 20

Kristine looked disappointed.

Not long after, the scent of dinner filled the air, signaling that the meal was ready.

Glenn walked through the door just in time, and the family gathered around the table to eat.

At noon, it was only Glenn and Elaine who insisted on piling food onto Madisyn’s plate, but now Waylon had joined in as well.

She ate in silence, the mountain of food before her seeming insurmountable.

Across the table, Kristine’s presence went unnoticed.

She clenched her fork tightly, frustration simmering beneath her composed exterior.

She leaned closer to Andrew, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Andre, there’s a dance competition next week.

Would you like to come watch? I’ve heard some of the best dancers will be there-both seasoned masters and fresh talents.

I just joined in the National Dance Association and have an extra ticket.

I’d love for you to come with me.

”

Her gaze locked onto Andrew’s, filled with a deep, unspoken Longing.

It was the kind of look that most people would replace impossible to refuse, especially coming from someone as beautiful as Kristine.

But Andrew wasn’t like most people.

His response was as cold as ever.

“I’m busy.

”

Kristine couldn’t mask the disappointment that flashed across her face.

Elaine, however, perked up, clearly surprised.

“Kristine, you got into the National Dance Association?”

“Yes, Mom,” Kristine replied, her voice brimming with pride.

“That’s incredible.

You must be one of their youngest members, right?”

Kristine’s pride swelled even more.

“Yes, I am the youngest so far.

”

“That’s wonderful news,” Glenn added, his tone warm.

“I’ll make sure to send you a special gift.

”

Kristine’s face lit up with pure joy.

“Thank you, Dad.

I still have a lot to learn, but I’m determined to keep improving my ballroom dance skills.

My ultimate goal is to become a top dancer Like Madi.

”

Madi was a dancer that had emerged in the dance world only a few years back.

When foreign dancers mocked the dancers from Lorpond, dismissing them as all flash and no substance, Madi had stunned everyone with an original dance piece that left the critics speechless.

That very dance was now a staple of the curriculum at many academies of arts, studied by countless aspiring dancers.

Madisyn was quietly eating when she heard Kristine’s declaration.

She paused, her gaze lifting to meet Kristine’s.

Kristine caught the look and sneered inwardly, certain that Madisyn had never even heard of ballroom dancing, let alone appreciated its nuances.

With a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she asked, “Madisyn, do you have any hobbies you’re particularly good at?”

Madisyn considered the question for a moment, then replied nonchalantly, “Not really.

My hobby is making money.

”