Under the night sky, his tall figure loomed, emanating an almost chilling aura.


    “Kristine, I thought I made myself clear.


    ” Andrew’s voice was detached, stripped of any warmth.


    Tears welled up in Kristine’s eyes instantly.


    She knew exactly what he was referring to-their so-called engagement that, in truth, never existed.


    But Kristine’s resolve was unshaken.


    “Andre, I’ve loved you for so many years, and I’ve done everything to be with you.


    I’m about topete in an international dancepetition, to be a master.


    I’m working hard to be worthy of you!”


    Andrew’s response was as cold as ice.


    “I will never love you.


    ”


    The words hit Kristine Like a p, freezing her expression.


    “ihy?” she demanded, her gaze burning into him.


    “Andre, no one is more suited for you than I am.novelbin


    Do you intend to stay single forever?”


    Even if Andrew didn’t love her, she was determined to marry him.


    She believed that with enough effort, even the hardest heart could be softened.


    Tears brimmed in her eyes as she waited, desperate for any sign that her words had reached him.


    Andrew’s voice was calm but resolute.


    “I will o


    nly marry the one I love.


    ” And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Kristine standing in disappointment.


    Kristine stood frozen in ce, a chill creeping through her entire body.


    The one he loved?


    Andrew, who had never even shown an interest in marriage, was now speaking of love?


    Could it be that someone had already captured his heart?


    The idea that he might already care for someone else sent a shiver down Kristine’s spine.


    No! She couldn’t let that happen.


    The man she had her heart set on for years-if she couldn’t have him, then no one else would.


    Kristine stumbled back to her room in a daze, her mind too scattered to even think about practicing the dance routine Lynda had given her.


    In another room, Madisyn sat at herputer, reading an email that had juste in.


    “Dear Madi, we sincerely invite you to be a judge at our uing National Dance Competition.


    ”


    The message was from the National Dance Association.


    Madisyn, who had always preferred solitude over the chaos of crowds, usually avoided events Like this.