She knew very well that Madisyn’s fingerprints wouldn’t be found on the dress.


    “Forget it.


    I don’t want to argue with you anymore.


    I need to focus on preparing for thepetition,” Jenna said, trying to salvage some dignity as she turned to leave.


    Her retreat, under the guise of magnanimity, did little to mask the truth from the onlookers.


    Disappointment and indignation echoed through the crowd.


    “How awful of Jenna! I can’t believe I supported her earlier, only to discover she’s that kind of person.


    ”


    “That’s disgraceful.


    Must be a result of her rural upbringing.


    ”


    “That’s unfair.


    Her actions have nothing to do with where she’s from -it’s her own wed character!”


    The secretary then took the floor with resolve.


    “Our association does not merely seek talent; we demand integrity as well.


    Jenna’s behavior will be formally addressed.


    Any further misconduct and she will face a permanent expulsion from our association.


    ”


    Her words left no room for ambiguity and emphasized the seriousness of the situation.


    Jenna, still within earshot, nearly lost her footing upon hearing these derations.


    Anger boiled inside h


    er, as she fixated me solely on Madisyn.


    It was all Madisyn’s doing!


    She would pay for this!


    Turning attention back to the event, the secretary called for the contestants to make their final preparations.


    Madisyn settled into her judge’s seat, poised and focused on the tasks ahead.


    With the preliminary round underway, participants from all corners of the country disyed their skills.


    Madisyn engaged deeply, offering insightful and precise feedback to each contestant, affirming her role as a fair and observant judge.


    As the round wrapped up, fifty contestants, Jenna included, were selected to move forward.


    Jenna had started learning dancing when she was a child, and while she might not have been the best, her years of training secured her a ce in thepetition.novelbin


    Madisyn had judged her fairly, without prejudice.


    After her performance, Jenna strode off the stage filled with a sense of aplishment.


    She was convinced that her skills were unmatched and that Madisyn couldn’t possibly find any ws in her routine, even if she desperately wanted to.


    Her phone rang just as she was reflecting on her performance.


    With a frown, she answered in a brisk tone, “What is it?”


    “Jenna, the dancepetition’s today, right? We’vee to watch you perform.


    We also brought some of your favorite treats,” Sherlyn Webb, Jenna’s former mother, said, her voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.


    Jenna’s expression darkened when she heard of her former parents’ arrival.