Cursing inwardly, she wondered if Rosalynn's haste was intentional, a ploy to make her stumble and discredit her as a professional.

Selina clenched her jaw and spun relentlessly, while Rosalynn's smile grew, taking pleasure in the immediate payback.

As Selina spun, Rosalynn's fingers danced across the keys, the music flowing effortlessly from her touch.

Selina continued to spin, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Damn it! Why couldn't Rosalynn bring herself to a halt?

Selina struggled to maintain her balance!

Her steps faltered, her heart gave a lurch, and then she collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Rosalynn ceased her playing.

A hush fell over the banquet hall, soon followed by jeers from the audience.

"Does she even qualify as a professional dancer? She's clearly been overhyped!"

"Certainly! The Moreno family's fondness for her led everyone to gain favor. Naturally, she was hailed as a renowned dancer."

"Indeed, she's mediocre at best. I'm aware of several new dancers far superior to her."

Front-row guests whispered amongst themselves, their gazes laced with disdain towards Selina.

These words stung Selina, stirring a mix of embarrassment and rage within her.

They were kicking her while she was down.

Were they so blind?

Couldn't they see that Rosalynn had intentionally made it tough for her?

Why were they acting so hypocritical?

A graceful hand suddenly appeared before Selina. Lifting her gaze, she saw Rosalynn approaching with an outstretched hand.

"Can you stand?"