The contrast between the two pairs on the dance floor could not be more striking.

On Phoebe’s side, their dance was lively and graceful, and each movement showed elegance and versatility, which earned enthusiastic applause from the surrounding students.

In stark comparison, Dustin and Irene’s performance was stiff and riddled with mistakes. Irene nearly twisted her ankle several times.

“Is there even a comparison? This is just pathetic!” said Phoebe with a scoff. Her confidence soared as she saw victory within reach.

Irene’s frustration grew with every misstep, and her anxiety was evident in her increasingly unsteady movements.

“Let me lead,” Dustin suddenly said in a calm yet firm voice. Before Irene could respond, he had taken the lead.

He tightened his grip ever so slightly and took control of their movements.

In that instant, everything changed.

Their dance transformed, like a machine that had just been oiled. It was seamless, breathtaking, and utterly mesmeri