Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1588

He couldn't believe his eyes, to the point where Wyatt raised his hand and rubbed them hard. Was it her? She went on the stage, so why didn't he see it?

As if he had seen a ghost, Wyatt's expression turned ugly. The two bumped into each other. Would there be any problems?

His appreciation of the contest shattered in an instant, replaced by his complicated emotions.

As they were standing in a row on the stage, they didn't know each other. With the large crowd around them and Waverly and Raynee not knowing each other at all, they got themselves ready, minding their own business. Occasionally, their gazes would fall on the arena but habitually in the direction they were familiar with. The two happened to be on the left and right sides of the arena, so they would stare at either side of the arena out of habit. Neither of them took each other seriously. After all, the finals had not begun, and the qualification to participate in the finals was based on the breakthrough events. No one could measure the strength of the other. They went up the stage with the purpose of having fun!

Soon, there were ten men standing on the stage, all of them in black tight-fitting trousers and T- shirts. Judging from their constant height and build, they should be professional dancers. Right then, they were standing in a row that was distributed on both sides, engaged in a polite and orderly posture. Each man had a card pinned to his shirt. On the side of their waist was a number card with white font and blue background attached. Similarly, the women had a number card with a red background. Waverly obtained the number 9, while Raynee received the number 4. There were quite a few contestants between them as they were standing almost on each end of the stage respectively. The last number to exist was 0.

Soon, the host announced the rules. Whenever the spotlights were cast on the stage, each of them chose their dance

partners according to the number, and soon they each had their own dance partners.

As the beginning of every piece of dance music was first played with the purpose of reminding and preparing the dancers, some dance partners would communicate for better cooperation. Before that, cha-cha ance was played. Waverly was required to master dance since childhood. Although her dancing was not professional, she knew a bit about all kinds of music, so it was not a problem for her to cooperate with her dance partner. With the host's speech and the commencement of the dance, everyone began to dance along with the guidance of the men's dance steps and moves. It was a lively sight for everyone present to be dancing together. In addition to waves of roars, applause, and laughter under the stage, the group of dancers on the stage broke out in chaos. With her feet moving and her body twisting, Waverly could not help but grin while she had fun.

"Change!"

The opposite man whirled. Waverly felt a pang of dizziness and reflectively followed by swirling. By the time she regained her posture, a new face had appeared in front of her, accompanied by the soft voice of the

receive souvenirs

and saw a man gently holding a woman's hand to descend the stairs. Their

onstage was soft and gentle as if they were dancing to a waltz. The men on the stage held the female companion with one hand, with another hand behind their backs. Sweeping her gaze around, Waverly knew that they must have rehearsed in advance and knew the inside story. The clumsy ones were the ladies that were pulled onstage at the last minute. The men appeared to be experienced. It was not the women that were cooperating with them, but

Waverly knew that as long as she avoided the man, she could stay on the stage. No matter who the next man was, and whatever pace she took, the following man would synchronize with her footsteps. The corners of Waverly's lips curled into a delighted smile. When the voice of the host sounded once more, Waverly chose the man closest to her, and moving along with the direction of the rotation, she avoided Mr. No. 6 and stood to one side. In a sudden collision, she was hit by the woman beside her, but she was quick to react by whirling in another direction.

her. Half the match was over, so they would

No. 4 with Mr. No. 9. When she returned to her original dance partner, Mr. No. 9's side, Waverly couldn't help laughing. Almost at the same time, the man across from her voiced

"Miss, we're really fated..."

the end, they came

She giggled.

without

it should be the opposite woman who couldn't match the

there should only be one man left in the last round. That was to say, a pair of dancing couples should have gone down the stage in the previous round. After all, there were

Was it predetermined?

head again. They wouldn't have to go so far as

nothing more than a coincidence that she ran

her with confidence and pride. With the corners of her lips arched in a sneer, it seemed as if she didn't take