Chapter 167
So, when Alaricka heard the applause in the arena after Roschelle finished the competition, she wasn’t surprised.
Alaricka sat in the waiting room and looked up to see Kieran standing at the backstage entrance, helping Roschelle in like a winner.
She didn’t have time to look away before she met Kieran’s dark eyes.
It’s just that Kieran’s eyes only stayed on her for a second, then he looked away.
It was just that Roschelle by his side smiled at her warmly and openly.
Alarieka didn’t look into what it meant and calmly looked away.
“Alarieka.”
Hearing that flippant and easygoing voice again, Alarieka didn’t even move her eyes, just saw a light blue figure sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye.
“Alarieka, it was almost your turn soon. Were you nervous?”
Patrick showed up uninvited, leaned his upper body over, and brought his pretty, almost feminine face close. His amber eyes looked at her gently, but there was a coldness deep in them.
Alarieka didn’t even blink or look, and said calmly, “What’s it got to do with you?”
Patrick chuckled a few times, looking a bit down: “Of course I have something to do with me.”
He leaned in close to her again, smiling gently and warmly, “Because I got you a present, a gift that would make you really happy and really surprised.”
Alarieka’s brows twitched a little, and her clear black-and-white eyes stayed calm: “You gave me something, I’d give you something too."
Patrick’s smile paused for a second, then he laughed even louder: “Alarieka, you’re here, what else can you do?"
The look in his eyes clearly showed contempt.
Alarieka smiled and said, “Do you want to see a photo of Kieran and Roschelle together? I could send it to you, but I don’t have it right now. I’ll take one for you later if I get the chance, so you can see your white moonlight with another man…”
“Alarieka.”
Patrick’s face fell, and his voice got lower.
Alarieka also laughed, “Patrick, you weren’t that great either.”
Patrick just felt that the rumors were true—this Alarieka was petty and jealous, and in every way, she couldn’t compare to Roschelle.
Patrick looked at her with deep eyes for a moment, then said with a half-smile, “Alarieka, I hope you can still laugh after this.”
Alarieka clenched her fist.
Patrick was the sponsor of this Mcintosh Piano Competition, and she really was a bit worried that Patrick might rig the competition.
Alarieka was the last one to do the prelims, and there were a few contestants before her.
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A woman in a strapless dress walked past her, holding up her skirt. Alarieka hadn’t been paying attention to the woman at first, but something seemed to float by in front of her. Alaricka took a closer look.
It was the woman’s strapless dress that had a pretty big tear in the back, and you could even see the smooth skin on her back and her underwear through the tear.
Clothes and appearance didn’t count for points in the preliminaries, but contestants still needed to dress neatly to make a good impression on the judges. Besides, everyone liked people who dressed well.
Otherwise, if you made a bad first impression and got a low score, you’d be so lost you wouldn’t even know where to cry.
Alarieka didn’t hesitate to raise her hand and call out to the woman: “Hello.”
The woman turned her head.
Alarieka saw her face and recognized that she was one of those women who used to gossip about her behind her back.
Especially this woman, she spoke the loudest.
The moment Alarieka saw the woman’s face, she actually kind of regretted calling out to her. It would’ve been better to just let the woman go on stage.
But in the end, she still couldn’t go against her conscience.
But it was the woman who saw her, with obvious hostility and wariness in her eyes: “Alarieka, what are you doing?”
Alarieka said quietly, “There’s a tear in the back of your shirt.”
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Hearing that, the woman panicked for a moment and reached behind her, but the spot was just out of reach, and with her flexibility, there was no way she could touch it.
The woman gritted her teeth, obviously starting to panic.
“What should I do? If I go up like this, the judges will definitely take off points.”
Alaricka really didn’t want to bother with her anymore, and reminding this woman was already doing all she could.
But she still stood up and fished the sewing kit out from the corner of the cabinet.
She said, “When’s the competition? There’s still time, I could help you fix it.”
The woman’s eyes lit up for a second, then she hesitated because of what she’d just done: “Alarieka, why did you help me?”