A Film Queen

Film Queen of Two Worlds

Chapter 52 Milly’s Fall From Grace 3

Stephanic noticed Alan’s reaction as well. She stood on her tiptoes, arrogantly tilting her head down, exuding the air of a victor.

As she passed by Milly, she sneered. “No need to perform. I’ve already won.

Just then, the host’s voice echoed through the sound systém, “Contestant number 45, please take the stage. for the ballet performance of ‘Swan Lake.”

The same piece as Stephanie.

However, Milly didn’t rush to the stage. Instead, she turned to face Stephanie with a cold smile playing on her lips. “Is that so? Remember this moment because it won’t last.”

With that, she gracefully made her way to the stage.

Seeing her confident demeanour, Stephanie stomped her foot in frustration.

Had she ever seen ballet before? Had she ever learned ballet? How dare she speak so boldly in front of me!

She’d soon see who would be left embarrassed!

Through her glasses, Milly gazed down at the audience in the packed auditorium, filled with students and teachers who had come to watch the auditions.

She drew the last number, and as she took the stage, the school had already let out, drawing a crowd of curious students to watch the auditions. Thankfully, her past challenges had prepared her well for the

to stay composed amidst the audience’s gaze.

spotlight, allowing h

like she had returned to the dance studio of her previous life, guided

awe as Milly twirled elegantly on stage. “Boss is truly a hidden talent.

were ready to

of describing the

himself standing in a corner of the

confetti, black liquid splattered down,

shock and began

“What is that?”

“So dark. It’s disgusting.”

must be ink. Look how it’s

up. “D*mn it! Who did

Fall From

“But

now will only make

anger, Melanie prayed that Milly

stage, Milly, drenched in black

supposed to be coloured ribbons, not ink. She quickly realised who was behind this cowardly act. Glancing backstage, she met Stephanie’s smug smile, a silent challenge:

sneered disdainfully, arching her eyebrows as she pondered how childish it was to flaunt such tactics. as if it would guarantee

her spinning steps, casing her shoulders down, slowing her dance

screenwriter beside Alan observed the comical mishap on

already perfect and suited for the role. There’s no need

significant event

stop him. “Wait, let’s watch a bit

narrowed as he observed the stage, sensing a shift in the melody to which the student was

no longer performing Swan Lake,

into one of melancholy. The entire performance exuded a tone of sorrow and tragedy, as if her ink–stained costume vividly portrayed the slow

to conclude in accordance with the swan’s demise, the swan on the ground appeared to glimpse a glimmer of hope. It struggled to rise, twirl, break free from death’s grasp and the mire, and soar towards the