A voice from the crowd chimed in, bolstering Jenna’s claim, “Yeah… the surveillance footage shows Madisyn was the last person near the dress.

Another spectator added fuel to the fire.

“Being a judge doesn’t absolve her of suspicion, right?”

Murmurs of agreement spread.

“And really, how did she even become a judge at her age? Maybe she’s threatened by Jenna’s talent and wanted to undermine her.

This is terrifying, to think a judge would act out of such fear and jealousy.

The crowd’s initial shock turned back to suspicion, fueled by Jenna’s emotional plea and the evidence right in front of them.

They also began to question how Madisyn became a judge.

Their gazes shifted towards Madisyn, mingling curiosity with scorn, as they reconsidered her role and integrity.

The secretary, at a loss for words, stood silently, her concern for the future of the dance community growing heavier by the moment.

Jenna, fueled by a mix of anger and desperation, confronted Madisyn directly.

“Madisyn, you owe me an explanation today!”

Supporting cries came from the crowd.

“Yeah, we need an explanation! Just because you’re a judge doesn’t give you the right to s

 

abotage a contestant’s dress!”

Madisyn responded with a slow, sarcastic clap.

“Jenna, what a performance you’re giving.

Alright, let’s clear this up.

She gestured towards the dress Jenna clutched.

“If I really cut your dress, it should have my fingerprints.

Let’s have it tested.

Jenna’s confidence wavered momentarily.

She hadn’t anticipated Madisyn to propose such a practical solution.

Scrambling to maintain her narrative, she retorted, “You’re just trying to delay things; I still have to get ready to compete!”

Madisyn shot back with a sneer, “Didn’t you already have your competition dress prepared?”

The atmosphere shifted palpably as the crowd’s confusion deepened, their eyes turning toward Jenna, whose heart raced with apprehension.

Her voice wavered as she asserted, “What are you talking about? This was the dress I was supposed to compete in!”

“Is that so?” Madisyn responded, her tone laced with skepticism.

She turned to the event staff and added, “Could you check her locker in the dressing room, please?”

Jenna, sensing her control slipping, protested.

“No, you can’t just search my locker!”

Madisyn’s reply was frosty, “The lockers are for your use but remain the property of the competition organizers.

You need to get your facts straight, Jenna.

Seizing the moment to clarify the situation, the secretary commanded, “Go check!”

A staff member quickly complied and soon returned, presenting a stunning deep blue gown that shimmered with exquisite detailing.

The gown, significantly more beautiful than the one Jenna claimed was damaged, elicited gasps from the crowd.

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