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TWENTY TWO

A/ N : My pretty ladies, buckle your seatbelts because this is the most awaited chapter, the dance sequence y'all have been waiting for. Do not forget to blush, kick your feet and yes. Don't settle for less after reading this chapter cause y'all deserve every ounce of princess treatment.

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So, let the dance begin. ;)

VESTA'S POV

I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my sparkly dress. The annual dance competition, Xtravaganza, is tonight. Miguel and I have been practicing for almost two months. My stomach is in knots with a mix of excitement and nerves.

My phone buzzes. It's a text from Miguel: ' stuck in emergency meeting. Might be late. So sorry babe. But I'll directly arrive at the venue on time. Don't worry. '

My heart sinks. I read the message again, hoping the words will change. They don't. I just hope he arrives at time.

I arrived at the venue alone, my dance shoes feeling heavier than usual. The backstage area is a whirlwind of sequins and hairspray. Everyone has a partner.

Everyone except me.

One by one went on performing, it's been two hours since the program started and Miguel has not shown up yet. My fear is increasing about the worst possibility which I didn't want.

I had bombarded him with texts and calls but no answers. My anxiety is at peak now. I looked at the couples , some happy because their performance went extremely well and some consoling and wishing each other for their performance. I took a long scoff feeling like I was stuck in hell.

"Next up, Vesta Laurent and Miguel Smith!" the announcer calls. And my heart dropped in my stomach.

I froze. This can't be happening. I can't go out there alone. I can't dance without a partner.

"Miss Laurent?" A stagehand appears, clipboard in hand. "You're on in two minutes. Where's your partner? Please call him up. "

I nod, not trusting my voice. As the stagehand leaves, I sink onto a nearby chair, fighting back tears.

All our hard work, for nothing. What am I supposed to do now ?

Great. Just great. All those practices, my goals, my dreams are in vain now. I never expected this from Miguel. I can't fathom the anger and embarrassment that is built within me now. The people at the backstage are staring at me and whispering among each other probably talking about how my partner bailed me out.