She didn't care about everyone's gawking or weird looks, just fixed her gaze on Mia, who was proudly basking in the spotlight.
She couldn't help but sneer inside: This chick really thinks she's all that. The dance hasn't even started and she's already striking a winner's pose.
"You'll find out soon enough whether I can dance or not. Better keep your eyes peeled, so you don't twist your nose in anger later."
Luna Sutton had a deep, mocking smile on her lips, not in any rush to get on stage—instead, she crossed her arms and stood right where she was.
She saw Mia standing in the middle, her face so sour it was about to warp, eyes practically shooting flames at her, but Luna couldn't care less.
With a flick of her eyelids, she impatiently urged, "If you're gonna dance, hurry up. Are you stalling or did you chicken out at the last minute?"
