NABC Chapter 260 You will find better.
Chapter 260 You will find better.
"Madam, we have arrived," Alfred notified as he pulled the car to a halt, right in front of the entrance.
Arwen looked out of the window and decorated theatre came to her vision. "Thank you, Alfred. Since Aiden will be coming later, I won't be needing you tonight. So you can return first and rest," she said and understanding, Alfred nodded.
After that, she opened the door and stepped out. As she made her way inside, she took a separate door, one that was arranged for the participants. She was here for Giselle, so attending the show as an audience was never her plan.
Stepping in she could feel the rush around, and amid the chaos, she spotted the young man, who was as cheery as she remembered him. "Carl," she called out and at her voice, he at once turned to look.
"Senior Sister!" he called before he sprinted his way to her. "You are finally here here. I was waiting for you."
"Where is Amelia?" she asked, and as if trying to remember, he took a while before responding.
"Oh, Amelia is inside, getting ready for the stage. Let me take you there." With that, she cleared the way, leading Arwen towards towards the Green Room that was allotted for Giselle people.
Pushing the door open, he said, "Amelia, have you gotten ready yet? You are preparing as if you are going to march down the battlefield. Can you not exaggerate it like a first time, for God's sake?"
Amelia, who had been sitting at the dresser turned around with a frown. "Carl, you better pray that I forget all your tease by the end of the performance, or else even the heavens won't be able to save you from me. I am already at the edge and your words like that aren't helping me much."
Carl shrugged. "If you want to blame, blame your stupid boyfriend, not me. After all, he was wrong to cheat you, not me. You never gave me that chance ever."
"You —"
As she said, Amelia pressed her lips in a smile before picking up the pair and discarding it in the bin on the side. Carl stared at it and clicked his tongue, "Tsk, tsk, I thought throwing David in that trash would have been better. But it's fine given Ameila's frame, it's only good to pick that waste pairs."
"Carl!"
"Wait, what did I say wrong now? Don't tell me you still care for that dumbass who is there in the next room cheering some other woman."
"You don't have to remind me of that," she said. "I am already nervous."
Arwen reached out to hold her hand. "Is it why you are so nervous?" she asked and Amelia nodded.
"He said she is better than me and that's why he chose her. He thinks she has a better future than me and —"
"Do you think the same?" Arwen asked and Amelia looked at her. "Amelia, I am telling you this from experience. No one can be better than you. You best person for yourself. If someone makes you believe it otherwise then that person possibly is not the best person for you. You will find better."
"Same as you found, Senior Sister?" Amelia asked and Arwen smiled nodding.
"Yes, same as I found."
Carl, getting all confused. "Wait. Senior Sister found someone better. When? I mean isn't Mr. Foster already the best for her?"
Before anyone could say anything, Ryan's voice came from the door. "Arwen!"