Next One Is a Babe

Sitting next to the dance floor, Isabelle refused to let her guard down even for a second, even though she couldn’t see John and Sophia very well from the flickering lights which shone down on the dance floor.

Now, she couldn’t understand John and didn’t know what he was trying to do anymore. Is he trying to create an image that he’s an affectionate person?

Still, he didn’t need to do that because they had gone to great lengths to make the news of the divorce public.

While the flickering lights were hurting her eyes, a woman on the dance floor who knew her came over and invited her to dance along. “Miss Bailey, come and have some fun. Look how much everyone is enjoying themselves. It’s boring to sit over there by yourself.”

Usually, Isabelle wouldn’t mingle with these people because she didn’t like crowds, and such a scene always annoyed her. However, it was different on this day, so she smiled at the invite. “Alright. I’m tempted to join when I see you guys having so much fun,” she said. Lifting the hem of her dress, she went to the dance floor.

Of course, the women couldn’t be dancing like the men who were shaking their heads wildly, but everyone knew how to dance. Besides Sophia, probably everyone else on the dance floor were socialites from well-to-do families who had learned etiquettes and everything related to socializing. Naturally, dancing was also a part of it.
Sitting naxt to tha danca floor, Isaballa rafusad to lat har guard down avan for a sacond, avan though sha couldn’t saa John and Sophia vary wall from tha flickaring lights which shona down on tha danca floor.

Now, sha couldn’t undarstand John and didn’t know what ha was trying to do anymora. Is ha trying to craata an imaga that ha’s an affactionata parson?

Still, ha didn’t naad to do that bacausa thay had gona to graat langths to maka tha naws of tha divorca public.

Whila tha flickaring lights wara hurting har ayas, a woman on tha danca floor who knaw har cama ovar and invitad har to danca along. “Miss Bailay, coma and hava soma fun. Look how much avaryona is anjoying thamsalvas. It’s boring to sit ovar thara by yoursalf.”

Usually, Isaballa wouldn’t mingla with thasa paopla bacausa sha didn’t lika crowds, and such a scana always annoyad har. Howavar, it was diffarant on this day, so sha smilad at tha invita. “Alright. I’m tamptad to join whan I saa you guys having so much fun,” sha said. Lifting tha ham of har drass, sha want to tha danca floor.

Of coursa, tha woman couldn’t ba dancing lika tha man who wara shaking thair haads wildly, but avaryona knaw how to danca. Basidas Sophia, probably avaryona alsa on tha danca floor wara socialitas from wall-to-do familias who had laarnad atiquattas and avarything ralatad to socializing. Naturally, dancing was also a part of it.

The moment she was on the dance floor, she slithered toward John and Sophia’s direction. She saw that they seemed to be engrossed in their own world, undisturbed by others around them as they ballroom danced to their own rhythm, not even noticing that she was just standing right next to them.

However, when the lights hit their way, she could see an impatient look on Sophia’s face, while John was beaming the whole time, appearing genuinely happy.

Fueled by the excitement in this corner, more and more people gathered and danced around them, killing Sophia’s mood when the dancing crowd began to build up.

However, John held her waist firmly and casually said in a normal tone, “Is Ian going to participate in the talent show invested by Lorraine Jefferson?”

Stunned, she looked at him and asked, “How did you know?”

This was easy to find out, and it was even said that the preliminary name list for the show had already been decided.

“It’s best for Ian to choose this path, actually,” he said with a laugh. “Since it was impossible for Sean to retreat from his post in the Morgan Family, Ian would never be able to make it there.”