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    Alyssa, taken aback, responded, “Greta, you are a renowned skier. Isn’t it a bit unfair for you topete against a novice?”


    Alyssa understood fairness, which was why she had been embarrassed by her friends’ earlier suggestion. It seemed extremely unjust, especially since Norah was much less experienced at skiing than Alyssa.


    “Alyssa, they didn’t specify that you had to be the one topete. It doesn’t have to be that womanpeting. That man seems quite adept. The chances of winning thispetition are even. Just support me, okay?”


    Greta Seymour, with a lofty look, surveyed Norah and Sean from head to toe. As a prominent professional skier, she was confident of her victory against these amateurs.


    Sean, standing next to Norah with a resolute expression, dered, “Norah, let mepete on your behalf. Trust me.”


    Norah, maintaining herposure, stated, “Since I initiated this challenge, I will definitely participate. They can choose anyone to face me in thepetition.”


    Alyssa tugged at Greta’s arm and said to Norah, “Forget it. I apologize for my friends’ harsh words. They were trying to defend me. Please don’t take them to heart.”


    She apologized first, feeling that thepetition should not proceed under these circumstances.


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    Alyssa did not wish to use her status to intimidate others. She had simply found the skiing in Sevaedda intriguing and had invited some friends to join her.


    “Greta, we should leave. Are you not going to heed my request?”


    Greta, however, was adamant about demonstrating her skills before Alyssa. “She is not intimidated, so I mustpete against her. Alyssa, have faith in me. I will make her apologize to you.”


    She then fixed her determined gaze on Norah.


    Norah’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Okay.”


    Norah, Sean, Alyssa, and Greta took the ski lift up, the cold air biting at their faces as they reached the mountain’s peak. Without hesitation, Norah and Greta picked the ck slope—the hardest and most dangerous route down.


    Greta, already on her skis, crouched down to double-check her gear. “I’m telling you, this isn’t like the blue slope. One wrong move, and you’re not just falling—you’re getting seriously hurt. Or worse.”


    Sean’s chest tightened with worry. He knew Norah could handle the blue slope, but the ck was a whole other challenge.


    His voice came out, pleading, “Norah, let me go instead.” But Norah remained calm. She gently held Sean’s helmeted head between her gloved hands, her eyes steady. “Alyssa doesn’t throw her weight around, and I won’t either. I need to win this on my own, and I want them to know it. Don’t worry about me—I never take risks I’m not ready for.” Norah never did anything without thinking it through. To outsiders, she might seem like she didn’t care, but she always handled things with a quiet precision that left no room for error.


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