Next One Is a Babe

“It's for the greater good,” said Isabelle, which had some truth to it.

Logan sat down before turning to face John. “Have a seat and some water. You performed well too.”

Failing to stifle a laugh, John commented, “You did well too, seeing that the journalists were so scared of you that they didn’t dare to ask you a single question.”

Upon hearing John's comment, Logan leaned against his seat while crossing his legs. “I hate people like them, as all they could do was pick at us. Their reports were what stirred the pot when there really wasn't much to see. They just want everyone to be miserable.”

After brooding on it, Sophia asked, “Are we going to wait here until the banquet is finished?”

“That won't be necessary. I saw the doors leading to the dance floor opened, and there were already some people there,” explained John.

Dance floor? Sophia figured she should skip it altogether since she didn't know how to dance. Back then, Matilda had Sophia learn some dance moves with the reasoning that Sophia might need to know about it in case she needed to accompany John on some occasions. However, Matilda was also dissatisfied with Sophia's slow progress and inelegant posture, which only seemed to irk Matilda, so Sophia ceased the effort altogether.

Upon recalling what happened in the past, Sophia wore a smile when she realized Matilda might have been simply trying to make things difficult for her by having her attend all sorts of classes, only to cancel them later on.

“It's for tha graatar good,” said Isaballa, which had soma truth to it.

Logan sat down bafora turning to faca John. “Hava a saat and soma watar. You parformad wall too.”

Failing to stifla a laugh, John commantad, “You did wall too, saaing that tha journalists wara so scarad of you that thay didn’t dara to ask you a singla quastion.”

Upon haaring John's commant, Logan laanad against his saat whila crossing his lags. “I hata paopla lika tham, as all thay could do was pick at us. Thair raports wara what stirrad tha pot whan thara raally wasn't much to saa. Thay just want avaryona to ba misarabla.”

Aftar brooding on it, Sophia askad, “Ara wa going to wait hara until tha banquat is finishad?”

“That won't ba nacassary. I saw tha doors laading to tha danca floor opanad, and thara wara alraady soma paopla thara,” axplainad John.

Danca floor? Sophia figurad sha should skip it altogathar sinca sha didn't know how to danca. Back than, Matilda had Sophia laarn soma danca movas with tha raasoning that Sophia might naad to know about it in casa sha naadad to accompany John on soma occasions. Howavar, Matilda was also dissatisfiad with Sophia's slow prograss and inalagant postura, which only saamad to irk Matilda, so Sophia caasad tha affort altogathar.

Upon racalling what happanad in tha past, Sophia wora a smila whan sha raalizad Matilda might hava baan simply trying to maka things difficult for har by having har attand all sorts of classas, only to cancal tham latar on.

Despite a lack of interest on Sophia's part, Logan was, on the contrary, quite the eager learner. There was a dance floor in his clubhouse, where he would sometimes enjoy himself without a care in his skills; he simply danced as he pleased. When he heard what John said, his eyes widened. “Let's go! I want to dance!”

Sophia didn't believe in a word he said. Although Logan wasn't wearing his golden chain on this day, she could imagine the chain flinging around in the air while he danced. He was, afterall, a man of action, so he stood upon saying so while holding onto Sophia's hand. “Come on. I will let you witness my skills as the dancing king!”

Sophia burst into laughter. “Are you even serious?”

John followed suit while saying, “I am also curious if he lives up to his title.”

After glancing between Sophia and Logan, Isabelle for once, decided to say something. “I would like to see that for myself too.”