Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Genius Dancer

Lottie’s words stuck in her throat.

Claudia’s eyes and voice were cold. There was no trace of the old longing or admiration. That stunned Lottie for a moment.

Sterling lifted his eyes lazily, set his hand on Claudia’s shoulder, and looked at Wilson. “Mr. Lancaster. Please move.”

Wilson pressed his lips tight. He pulled his wife and kids aside, looking awkward.

Tilda, smiling sweetly, stepped forward. Her face lit up with charm. “Let me take you inside.”

So, Claudia, Sterling, and Tilda walked into the theater under everyone’s gaze.

Before the show even started, the audience had already seen a drama from the Lancasters.

People waiting to enter whispered to each other. Some were busy tapping on their phones, rushing to spill the gossip in their group chats.

The Lancasters still wore smiles, but the proud, calm look they had earlier was long gone.

Claudia, walking ahead with her back to them, curved her eyes slightly.

Performances should be seen live. But showing support? That was a gift she wasn’t about to give.

She knew the risk. If word got out that she and Lydia had made up, she’d be ruined.

The Lancasters sat under countless stares, with Tilda’s loud praise for Claudia and Sterling ringing in their ears. Every word felt like a slap.

Clarence patted Lottie’s anxious hand. “It’s fine. Once Lydia finishes her show, they’ll shut up.”

Zane added, “Didn’t Lydia choreograph a new piece? Even the master she hired as stage advisor said it was brilliant. She’ll prove herself. Tilda will look like nothing compared to her. Later, everyone will laugh at Claudia for picking the wrong person.”

Wilson and Lottie finally relaxed a little after hearing Clarence and Zane’s comfort.

As long as Lydia shone tonight, all the whispers would turn into applause.

A dancer’s worth was judged with the eyes, not by rumors.

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If Lydia caught the master’s attention, her title as a genius dancer would rise even higher.

Backstage, Lydia was changing.

“You’re saying Claudia and Mr. Romero came?”

When she heard they had brought flowers for Tilda and dropped by to see her, her face went cold.

No wonder Tilda always managed to get out of trouble and act so smug. She had their

Lydia stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was flawless.

It doesn’t matter. After tonight, they wouldn’t even be on the same level anymore.

support.

The crowd was full of big names, more than she expected. Even Florence and Celine, the masters she never thought would come, were in the audience.

That surprise sent a thrill through her.

She had thought she’d need media buzz to catch their eyes, but now she had their attention without even trying.

A confident smile spread across her lips.

At 7:30 p.m. sharp, the performance began.

The theater lights went dark. A single spotlight lit up the stage.

Lydia stepped into view under the crowd’s eager eyes.

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The stage design, music, costumes, props, dance moves–everything was flawless.

This was her pride. Outside the Lancaster name, this was the one thing she had built with her own two hands.

She had some talent, sure. But there was always someone better. The higher she climbed, the more pressure she felt.

To stay at the top, she spent twice as much effort as others, pushing herself every day just to hold onto her title as a genius dancer.

Even at the worst of times, when she and Claudia were enemies, Claudia had never denied her hard work.

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