At this moment, Mia's dance finally came to an end.
She finished with a dazzling spin, a smug smile on her face, as if she could already foresee the applause and praise from the crowd.
Sure enough, a burst of enthusiastic clapping and cheering erupted from the audience.
Mia smiled even more happily, her gaze once again sweeping toward Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood, only to discover that both of their expressions remained cold, not even sparing her an extra glance.
Her smile froze, a little annoyed inside, but she quickly adjusted her expression.
She didn't hurry to step down, but instead looked at Luna Sutton, her face instantly twisting up, even nastier than a rotten egg.
Especially when she saw Luna laughing and chatting with Kian Sterling, her expression grew even more sour.
Mia lifted her chin, deliberately using a sweet voice: "Luna Sutton, it's your turn now. We're all really looking forward to your performance—you won't let us down, right?"
