FreeNovelAt 8 a.m., Henrik drove Flora to the competition venue. Henrik, being a judge and with artists from Florik Entertainment participating, had a lot on his plate. So, he asked his assistant to take Flora to the green room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Flora, just wait here for me. I'll cand get you once I'm done. If you need anything, just tell the assistant or callimmediately." Worried that Flora might get bored in the green room, Henrik thoughtfully gave her a tablet to pass the time. Flora nodded, her posture straight and graceful. "Go ahead, I'll be fine." Henrik affectionately patted her head, reminded the assistant of a few things, and then strode out of the room. Flora curled up in a chair, listlessly playing with the tablet.
"Ms. Flora..." The assistant looked troubled, hesitating for a long tbefore finally mustering the courage to speak. He crossed his legs, his body trembling slightly, clearly in discomfort. "May I use the restroom?" He had eaten something rather heavy and greasy the night before and was now suffering the consequences. "Go ahead," Flora said without looking up, dismissively waving her hand.
The assistant was reluctant to leave because Henrik had instructed him to keep a close eye on Flora, given the crowded and chaotic nature of the venue. But he couldn't hold it any longer. Besides, it was Henrik's green room; surely no one would cin. He thought he'd be back quickly, so nothing would happen. With that thought, the assistant hurriedly left.
No sooner had he left than a group of people walked in. The woman leading the group, wearing a long dress and with an innocent face, was the nation's beloved Aisha, the daughter of the event's organizer. Aisha noticed Flora sitting in the chair and frowned. Why was there another woman in her green room? Flora, wearing a baseball cap and looking down, was unrecognizable to them. Her simple clothes didn't give away any brand, and Lindsey, the assistant, assumed she was a staff member.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hey, what are you still sitting there for? Didn't you see our dear Aisha has arrived?" Lindsey spoke with arrogance.
Flora had noticed someone entering but didn't pay much attention until she heard the woman's words and slowly lifted her head. The girls m natural beauty stunned everyone. Aisha's almond-shaped eyes narrowed as she saw Flora's flawless skin, a flicker of jealousy crossing her face. Lindsey and a few staff members were instantly mesmerized.
The girl looked relaxed, her almond-shaped eyes slightly raised, carrying a hint of coldness when facing others. But it wasn't the forced, pretentious demeanor Aishal often displayed. Aisha who prided herself on being a high-and-mighty national goddess, was completely overshadowed by the girl before her. Yet, Aisha couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity. Noticing Aisha's displeasure, Lindsey quickly shifted her gaze from Flora, scolding, "Why are you still sitting? If you're staff, act like it. You're here to serve, not to act like sprincess!" Hearing the words 'to serve,' Aisha felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. She scoffed at Flora's logo-less outfit, mocking her internally as cheap.
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