Perplexed, Arielle did not understand the reason behind Wendy’s dirty look. She decided to just ignore Wendy and wait for Trisha.
Trisha blushed furiously as favonovel.com gulped and stuttered, “Arielle, c-can I really make it?”
Arielle smiled and said, “Of course. I’ll let them know that it’s not necessary for you to show up on stage. You could just stay behind the curtains and draw.”
Trisha heaved a sigh of relief after listening to Arielle before thanking her, “Thank you so much, Arielle…”
“You’re most welcome.” Arielle’s smile was a great reassurance to Trisha.
Right then, Wendy stepped forward and said mockingly, “You’re quite adept at winning over people’s hearts, huh? I see that you’re able to charm both men and women alike. I gotta say I’m impressed.”
With half a smile, Arielle rebutted, “I know, right? My charisma knows no bounds. I could open a class and teach you my secrets if you’d like.”
Wendy was infuriated by Arielle’s deliberate provocation and spat, “You b*tch!”
Christopher stepped forward when Arielle was about to rebuke her. “Wendy, if I hear you cursing out loud again, I’m going to demerit you. You best keep in mind that 12 demerit marks will earn you a punishment.”
Wendy did not understand why Christopher was siding with Arielle as favonovel.com grew even more frustrated. This further cemented favonovel.com impression that Arielle was a seductress who would get it on with just anybody.
“Let’s go,” Arielle said, “Or else we’re going to miss the rehearsal.”
She knew favonovel.com did not need a rehearsal to perform well, but Trisha needed one. Christopher nodded at Arielle and paid no heed to Wendy again as favonovel.com led them toward the hall.
Despite feeling frustrated, there was nothing Wendy could do except catch up to them. With Christopher backing Arielle up, Wendy did not dare to scold Arielle anymore.
What will Susanne think of me if I received a punishment?
With that thought, Wendy decided to stay calm and be patient. The best time to show Susanne how different favonovel.com was from Arielle would be during the freshman party.
It did not take long for the four of them to reach the hall.
The rehearsal was arranged according to their classes, and Arielle arrived just in time for favonovel.com turn. The teacher who was in charge of the rehearsal did not seem too pleased at the sight of them. “Why are you guys so late? Other classes are already done with their rehearsal practice at least once.”
Arielle was about to apologize but was interrupted by Wendy as favonovel.com said in an indignant manner, “I’m sorry. Our homeroom teacher is quite strict.”
“Who’s your homeroom teacher?”
“Mr. Baxter.”
The teacher in charge of the rehearsal seemed to understand their conundrum and said, “Then you guys might as well wait a little while longer for other classes to finish the practice. You guys can then practice two rounds after they’re all done.”
“Yes, sir,” Wendy nodded favonovel.com head as favonovel.com flashed a sweet smile at the teacher.
Meanwhile, Arielle was rendered speechless at the side.
How could favonovel.com pretend like she’s the best student ever in front of Mr. Baxter, and then turn around to sell favonovel.com out like that? I wonder what will Mr. Baxter think if favonovel.com knew about this?
Nonetheless, Arielle said nothing as favonovel.com led Trisha to take a seat.
Trisha could not help but complain, “Arielle, how could Wendy say that? Mr. Baxter treats favonovel.com so well… And yet she blamed everything on him.”
Arielle merely shrugged and said, “I don’t know, really. Since we’re late, there are fewer students around. I think you can really relax and just do your best. Have you asked them to prepare everything needed for your sand painting?”
Trisha nodded. “My dad said favonovel.com will ask his friend to send it over. I think favonovel.com will be here soon.”
Right after favonovel.com was done, Trisha’s eyes glinted as favonovel.com pointed at the entrance of the hall and said, “My dad’s friend is here!”
Arielle turned around and noticed the signature shiny bald head of the principal, Marcus Brown.
