Chapter 39
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Laura's eyes turned red. She didn't resent him but looked at him pitifully. In fact, in her heart, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
If Bertha agreed, then where did Laura put her dignity?
Moreover, Derek proactively extended the invitation, did he want to lose face with Bertha?
In the blink of an eye, the hatred in Laura's heart increased more and more.
Derek didn't care about the condemnation of the two of them, he looked towards Bertha, his eyes as if telling her to accept his invitation.
Bertha just coldly glanced at him and then withdrew her gaze, she walked directly towards the stands, her tone was cold. "I accept your good intentions, but there's no need because I want to dance alone."
"What? Is this woman crazy?"
"The dance is so difficult, yet she wants to dance alone? Moreover, looking at her expression just now, she doesn't put Derek in her eyes at all."
"She doesn't know how to think. I can't wait to see her lose face."
The guests erupted around Bertha, discussing animatedly
Laura quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Rose smiled with satisfaction.
Because of being rejected, Derek's expression was not good. He pursed his lips and said nothing more, returning to his seat.
Bertha didn't appreciate his kindness at all, so this matter had nothing to do with him.
Bertha in the stands did not seem to hear the doubting voices below.
With the start of the music, she quickly entered a state, and her whole body's aura suddenly changed.
When the guests saw that she was about to start, they remained silent and waited to see the fun.
But.
One second, two seconds.
The people who were originally waiting for her to lose face gradually showed surprised expressions.
Under the light, Bertha was moving quickly to the music.
The snow-white dress fluttered freely and freely, highlighting her angel-like beauty in the dark.
She seemed to be one with the music, her dance moves were gorgeous and elegant, her enthusiasm was wild, and even the most difficult moves in the song were the cross jumps, spins, and jumps. Everything she did was so good that it could be said to be perfect.
It was obvious that this was a double dance, but she changed it into a satisfactory single dance.
Lover's song seems to have created a separate dance for her.
"Oh my god. How could she do this?"
"This is truly the most beautiful dance I've ever seen."
"What a pity. If I had stood up and invited her to dance with me, it would have been nice. She is really beautiful."
The men did not want to stand up and dance together because they hated Bertha, but now they were all excitedly complaining and groaning.
Some people regret it, and some people are surprised.
All guests were immersed in Bertha's dance.
Derek stared without blinking at the white swan-like girl in the stands, his black eyes which had never changed before revealed a bit of happy surprise.
Being able to dance the most difficult dance in the world so beautifully, without five or eight years of foundation and hard practice, it would be impossible to show this result.
Since the divorce, she has been like a mysterious treasure, constantly changing his view of her.
In the end, how many surprises did he not know about her?
Also surprised was Laura, who stood in a secluded corner behind the stands, where the lights couldn't reach her.
She could see how surprised the guests were. Even Derek couldn't take his eyes off Bertha from beginning to end.
She clenched her jaw, the more she thought, the angrier she became, jealousy and dissatisfaction clearly showing on her fierce face.
But in just a few seconds she thought clearly.
No matter how closely Bertha was looked at.
The higher it is lifted, the more miserably it will fall.
Along with the final climax of the dance, all guests held their breath following Bertha's beautiful spinning movements.
The movement has such a high pitch and amplitude, that if something happened to the dress at that time, then this beautiful dance would just have to be canceled.
At this time, Bertha in the audience had reached the climax of the music, and she continuously rotated more than a dozen times.
Laura and Rose's cruel, excited eyes seemed to be about to be hidden no longer.
Under the party atmosphere, Bertha stopped spinning on the last beat of the song with a beautiful ending move that firmly stopped on the stage.
Nothing unexpected.
There were no incidents on stage.
It is a complete visual feast to the point of being called beautiful.
The whole hall fell into silence.
Immediately afterward, a round of enthusiastic applause rang out like the heat of intensely rolling ocean waves.
Surrounded by voices of praise and admiration, Bertha remained calm, as if this were just a normal thing.
As soon as she finished dancing, there was immediately a strong contrast with Laura's expression just now.
Everyone originally supported Laura, but now they started praising Bertha. In their eyes, Bertha's beautiful dancing technique was seen.
But with this dance ending, a new problem appeared.
Both girls finished dancing, no accident happened to any dress.
So in the end, whose outfit is the real one?
The crowd started whispering again, some people even quietly went online to check the first Snow dress of the season, to find clues about the two outfits.
Laura, standing in the corner of the stage, began to have doubts.
'This bitch is done dancing, why hasn't anything happened? That dress of hers is fake. Why? What's the problem?'
Laura felt that Bertha had robbed her of her glory. She could not accept this fact at all.
She ran in front of Bertha, to see what magic Bertha had used on that fake designer dress.
But she hadn't touched Bertha's finger yet, because of her violent pulling motion, the belt connecting to her hip bone suddenly tore.
At this time, there was no music at the scene, the tearing sound was very loud, almost in the blink of an eye, and it attracted everyone's eyes.
Laura instinctively used her hands to cover the areas that needed to be covered, but there was no time left.
The waistband on the side of her outfit was torn from under her arm down to her hip, and her pink bra was exposed to the spotlight.
She instinctively sat down and curled up to cover herself, but the torn strap of her dress was even scarier.
Her pink panties were also seen by everyone below the stage.
Immediately afterward, laughter erupted from below.
Sarcastic and mocking eyes surrounded her.
"She's the lady of Greer's house, but she can wear high-end fakes at the party? She even confidently believes that other people's dresses are fakes."
"That's right, she even blamed Kirjani's girlfriend."
