My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



The contrast between the two pairs on the dance floor could not be more striking.

On Phoebe's side, their dance was lively and graceful, and each movement showed elegance and versatility, which earned enthusiastic applause from the surrounding students.

In stark comparison, Dustin and Irene's performance was stiff and riddled with mistakes. Irene nearly twisted her ankle several times.

"Is there even a comparison? This is just pathetic!" said Phoebe with a scoff. Her confidence soared as she saw victory within reach.

Irene's frustration grew with every misstep, and her anxiety was evident in her increasingly unsteady movements.

"Let me lead," Dustin suddenly said in a calm yet firm voice. Before Irene could respond, he had taken the lead.

He tightened his grip ever so slightly and took control of their movements.

In that instant, everything changed.

Their dance transformed, like a machine that had just been oiled. It was seamless, breathtaking, and utterly mesmerizing. They moved in perfect harmony, and their steps showed an elegance that transcended mere technique.

To the audience, their performance was more than a dance. It was art brought to life. Styles shifted effortlessly. Each blended into the next with stunning fluidity and created a spectacle that left everyone spellbound.

If Phoebe's dance was elegant, then Dustin and Irene's was a celebration of raw vitality and natural beauty, which radiated a sense of primal grace. Gradually, all eyes turned to Dustin and Irene. Everyone's gaze fixed on the pair in awe.

Some watched in a trance, others gasped in wonder, and a few even found themselves lost in thought.

The audience fell silent. The only sound left was the music flowing through the air. Phoebe quickly sensed something was off. Glancing at the other pair, she froze in shock. She could not believe it. They were a laughingstock just moments ago and were barely able to stay upright. But a few moments later, they danced with the grace and mastery of seasoned professionals and drew every pair of eyes in the room.

"How is this possible? This is impossible!" Phoebe muttered as she struggled to accept the reality.

She knew Irene's skill was mediocre at best and was confident she would find no competent partner. The bet had been intended to humiliate Irene. But who was this man?

How could he dance so well?

Even Phoebe's champion date was transfixed.

As a three-time college dance competition winner, he had thought he was unmatched among his peers. Yet, standing before Dustin, he had been completely outshone.

This man was no ordinary dancer. No, he was someone beyond even the most skilled professionals.

Phoebe and her partner faltered. Their steps slowed and finally stopped altogether. Their gazes were drawn to Dustin and Irene, like everyone else in the ballroom.

They could not continue. There was no point.

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Gasps rippled through the crowd as Dustin lifted Irene high into the air, tossed her effortlessly, and caught her with perfect precision.

He

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in such fluid and controlled motions before transitioning into a series of dazzling, high-difficulty maneuvers that left everyone breathless. Phoebe and her partner stood frozen, wide-eyed, and slack-jawed.

Was this even humanly possible?

Could anyone achieve such skill through mere training?

The sheer brilliance of Dustin's performance bordered on the divine.

Phoebe was at a complete loss for words.

Even with the best partner she could find, they could never match this...

Dustin had risen to an untouchable level, which was far beyond her reach.

Some people in the crowd had already pulled out their phones to capture the performance and share it online.

Meanwhile, Irene felt as if her body was ablaze, and her mind swam in a daze.

Her movements no longer felt like her own. Dustin was guiding her entirely.

As the music came to an end, Dustin ended their dance with a graceful flourish and placed Irene down in perfect synchronicity. Chapter 182

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For a moment, silence enveloped the room, and then, thunderous applause erupted.

Their dance had not just impressed the audience; it had utterly enraptured them.

Irene could hardly believe it.

Dustin was not a talented dancer. He was a true artist, and a master in every sense of the word!

Who would have known...

The powerful Master Fox of the West family was talented in so many ways!

Next to them was Phoebe, with her face twisted into a mixture of disbelief and humiliation. She had lost utterly and unquestionably.