Amid the mockery, the lights suddenly went out. I scrambled off the stage, nearly tripping, and I fled the scene.
This time, I knew history was about to repeat itself, but I was going to rewrite it.
Before the event, I approached the organizer, offering to sponsor the gala with the condition of adding a performance.
After I came into money, I didn't become arrogant. Instead, I frequently helped others and sponsored various events, which earned me a great reputation and made me well-acquainted with the event organizers.
Adding one more dance performance was no problem for them; they agreed without hesitation.
I hired a professional dancer to perform a dance that mirrored Juliette's. I remembered the dance Juliette performed in the past life, so I had the dancer learn and modify it, giving it a new name.
The new dance was scheduled as the penultimate act. When it was performed, it was a hit—a stunning, energetic display that left Juliette's routine in the dust.
Watching from the audience, I relished every change in Juliette's expression—from initial confidence to shock and, finally, to anger and retreat. She had been waiting by the right side of the stage for her turn.