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    “Ha, ha.” Eric let out a harsh, mockingugh. “Well, Eric, this is all on you!”


    Two dayster, Hadley and the dance troupe arrived in Tidebourne to kick off their tour.


    Their schedule began locally and was set to extend internationally, with Tidebourne as their initial destination.


    Lightning Dance Studio was seasoned in handling tours, and their nning ensured a smooth execution.


    However, the weather turned unexpectedly harsh.


    Suddenly, the warmth of the day gave way to a sharp cold by evening. Upon their arrival in Tidebourne, temperatures hovered around twenty-seven to twenty-eight degrees Celsius, but by night, it dramatically fell to near freezing. Simultaneously, strong winds began to roar, and heavy rainshed down.


    This abrupt change was due to a cold front colliding with a typhoon, impacting Tidebourne particrly hard due to its coastal location. The city felt besieged, the storm rattling closed windows.


    Local authorities advised everyone to stay indoors, leading to the inevitable postponement of the troupe’s scheduled performance.


    Consequently, the troupe found themselves trapped in their hotel.


    Even if there hadn’t been an advisory, the weather conditions made performing impossible.


    They were staying at a newly built resort, secluded yet stunning.


    Thankfully, the resort was well-equipped with essentials, sparing them from any significant inconvenience.


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    That night, the dance troupe dined together. Hadley, sitting next to Elissa, handed her food over.


    “Here, Elissa, take these ribs.”


    “Really? Thank you!”


    “Don’t mention it,” Hadley responded with a smile. “I need to maintain my figure, so I really shouldn’t eat any fatty meat. If anything, I owe you thanks.”


    In a reciprocal gesture, Elissa ced all her shrimp onto Hadley’s te.


    “Have more shrimp then—they’re high in protein and low in fat.”


    “Alright then.”


    After spending several days together, their simr personalities drew them increasingly closer.


    Alita, nearby, scoffed disdainfully,


    “Talk about bad luck. Could it be someone’s negative energy?”


    Elissa’s brow knitted as she snapped a look back.


    “And just who are you suggesting?”


    “Oh, just wondering aloud.”


    Alita, never one to mince words, was visibly annoyed.


    “Was I referring to you? Why the defensive reaction? You know, Elissa, you’ve been quite the cheerleader for her. She’s hardly a star, and you’re already fawning over her. Desperate much?”


    “Who are you calling desperate?” Elissa rose swiftly, her eyes locked on Alita.


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