"It''s fake!"


    "This has to be fake!" one reporter dered without bothering to verify. "Twitter ounts require real-name registration. Can someone check who this impostor is?"


    "It''s probably Juniper herself!"


    Other reporters agreed that it made sense. The ount had no verification and just boldly imed, "I am Lunar." By that logic, any of them could im to be Lunar. If she was going to lie to save herself, couldn''t she at least be smarter about it?


    Ynda saw the trending tweet at the same time as the reporters. She was momentarily surprised, then found the whole situation hrious. Master Lunar had faded from the dance scene three years ago. Ynda had tried everything to contact her, hoping to be her student to learn her skills and leverage her fame. But despite her best efforts, she couldn''t find a single trace of the elusive dancer. And now, this recluse was suddenly creating a Twitter ount for Juniper and Queenie? As if.


    Ynda smirked and sent a message to her paid trolls: "Find out the name registered to this ount''s IP address."


    A short whileter, the reply came: Juniper.


    “Pfft—” Ynda nearly fell off her chairughing.


    Juniper? Was she really stupid enough to use her own name to create a fake Master Lunar ount? After all these years, she was still just as brainless.


    Ynda couldn''t wait to see the inte''s reaction. With a sense of malicious glee, she "helpfully" leaked the "truth" online.


    Then, she turned to her mother with a triumphant smile. "Mom, could you iron my performance dress for me? I''ll need it for the interview."


    The interview was on short notice, and with Aurora High embroiled in scandal, thework didn''t want any trouble from The One. They had decided to interview her instead. It was a live broadcast, so everything had to be perfect.


    ...


    It was lunchtime. Besides the reporters, the gate of Aurora High was crowded with students from both Aurora and their rival, Era High, all eager for a spectacle.


    "Did you see Twitter? Someone dug up the IP registration for the Lunar ount. It''s registered to Juniper."


    Juniper was Lunar? That was the biggest joke they had heard all century. As if someone like Lunar would be a student at a dump like Aurora High.


    "Hey Queenie, if Juniper is really Lunar, why isn''t she here to save you from this mess?” an Era High student taunted.


    They had taken a lot of heat a few days ago, and now they were relishing their chance for revenge.


    Queenie wanted to run, but she was trapped. She''d rather stay silent than say a single bad word about Juniper.


    Hearing the Era student''s taunt, her heart trembled. Juniper tweeted that she was Lunar? Knowing her, she never lied. Either someone was framing her, or she really was Lunar.


    Queenie bit her lip, her heart pounding. As the situation unfolded, she felt the second possibility was more likely. The thought made her so nervous she could barely breathe.


    "She probably didn''t expect her lie to be exposed so quickly," a boy sneered. "With all these reporters here, if she dares to show her face, I''ll... I''ll call her queen."


    Before he could finish, his friend beside him chuckled. "Speak of the devil... herees your queen."


    In an instant, everyone turned to look at the school entrance. A girl in a school uniform, her hair in a high ponytail, so beautiful it was breathtaking, was walking toward them.