Gerard panicked and pushed me away, rushing to her in a flash.
He looked nervous and murmured. "Sarah, why are you here? Is it because the jewelry doesn't match? Or the dress doesn't fit?"
Only then did I notice that Sarah was wearing a high-end custom-made Baroque dress. Under the refraction of the light, the embroidery and jewels on the dress hurt my eyes.
And I was wearing linen pajamas, indescribably cheap and embarrassing.
Sarah tilted her head condescendingly, looked me up and down and then spoke arrogantly, "Nichole, although you can't dance anymore, you can't be so messy either. It's a disgrace to your identity as a dancer."
I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails hurt my palms.
The pain supported my last bit of sanity.
"I haven't congratulated Ms. Benson yet on winning this year's dance competition."
Sarah smiled and the diamonds on her ears sparkled.
Gerard was a little at a loss and hurried over to make a promise to me.
"Nichole, I also had someone order a dress for you. As for Sarah, Orlando must have ordered custom-made dress for her. I'll go get it now."
After saying that, he left in a hurry, as if he was really worried about me.