Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
Then she heard Bobby’s voice over the phone. “Hey! Cristian and I are heading to your school right now. We’re coming to see the welcome party!”
Attendance at the welcome party was flexible, open not just to students from the academy but also to those from other institutions and alumni interested in attending.
However, the event usually focused on singing and dancing, which most attendees were accustomed to, making it feel less exciting.
“Will you be performing tonight?” Cristian inquired over the phone.
“Yes, I will,” Fernanda confirmed.
“And what will you perform?” Bobby asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Perhaps a dance?”
“No.”
“I guess you’ll be singing a song then,” Bobby responded.
He thought that, given her graceful posture, a dance performance by her would be quite a spectacle. Still, singing was also a wonderful choice.
Fernanda debated whether to correct Bobby, telling him she would only be playing the guitar.
Would he be let down again?
The party was scheduled for seven o’clock that evening. After their dinner, Fernanda and the others practiced several more times, feeling prepared.
At that moment, their costumes were delivered.
Expecting something bold like leather jackets and pants to match their cool song selection, Fernanda was surprised to see the outfits were rather understated—white shirts paired with skirts and trousers, exuding a neat, schoolyard charm.
“This is exactly the look we’re aiming for,” Levi said, snapping his fingers. “Our song is cool enough on its own. We don’t need extravagant attire to make a statement. We’re here to show that even in our school days, we can still make an impact!”
The group erupted into laughter at Levi’s spirited description, instantly brightening the atmosphere.
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As Sloane adjusted Fernanda’s tie, she commented with a touch of jealousy, “Tall girls like you look incredible in these outfits! Especially with your long, straight legs.”
Fernanda’s attire was straightforward: a white shirt, a dark blue plaid skirt, a coordinating tie, and white sneakers. She chose not to wear the stockings provided, feeling they didn’t suit her style.
She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” Levi exclaimed, visibly impressed by Fernanda’s appearance.
It wasn’t just her clothes that gave her a mature vibe but her overall demeanor—distant, cool, and somewhat elusive. Undoubtedly, she would stand out among the group.
“What slot are we in for the performance?” Fernanda asked.
“We’re number six,” Levi replied. “It’s perfect timing—not too early, not too late.”
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