It was just a gift for the necklace. It was the genuine one for Sarah.

Gerard did not try to understand my thoughts any more. He said excitedly, "Nichole, I'll take you to a private dance party!"

I looked up at him in surprise.

Even though he built a studio for me, he did not like me to dance again, because he was afraid that my foot injury would get worse.

I only went to the studio to create and choreograph dances when inspiration stroke.

I hoped that even if I could not dance in the future, I could still teach others to dance.

Now he was actually going to take me to a dance party.

Just as I was wondering what he meant, there was a sound of a door opening.

I turned around in confusion, only to find Sarah holding the key and appearing in front of my house.

Gerard panicked and pushed me away, rushing to her in a flash.

He looked nervous and murmured. "Sarah, why are you here? Is it because the jewelry doesn't match? Or the dress doesn't fit?"

Only then did I notice that Sarah was wearing a high-end custom-made Baroque dress. Under the refraction of the light, the embroidery and jewels on the dress hurt my eyes.

And I was wearing linen pajamas, indescribably cheap and embarrassing.

Sarah tilted her head condescendingly, looked me up and down and then spoke arrogantly, "Nichole, although you can't dance anymore, you can't be so messy either. It's a disgrace to your identity as a dancer."

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails hurt my palms.

The pain supported my last bit of sanity.

"I haven't congratulated Ms. Benson yet on winning this year's dance competition."

Sarah smiled and the diamonds on her ears sparkled.

Gerard was a little at a loss and hurried over to make a promise to me.

"Nichole, I also had someone order a dress for you. As for Sarah, Orlando must have ordered custom-made dress for her. I'll go get it now."

After saying that, he left in a hurry, as if he was really worried about me.

Seeing his anxious look, I found it a little funny. Sarah's dress and jewelry were obviously prepared by him, so why is he trying to cover it up now?

Besides, jewelry and dresses were external objects. Now that my foot injury had not healed, no one could compete and threaten her position as dance champion.

Only Sarah and I were left in the living room.

My gaze turned to a corner of the living room, where another bouquet of lilies was placed.