My Little Girl Finally Grew Up

"No way! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you think I'm going to let it slip just because my family opposes it? That's a no-no for me," said Emily proudly.

"Are you sure? Think twice about this. After all you weren't made to pursue foreign languages for nothing. They hope for it to keep you too busy to think about these things as it is a quite difficult career path," reasoned Blair.

Emily looked at Blair incredibly.

"Wow! Who would have thought my little girl is finally growing up?!"

Blair blushed.

"Hey! Since when was I not grown?!" She replied shyly.

"Hehehehehe..."

"Get off me!" Blair said bashfully and hit Emily's shoulder playfully.

"OMG! Just look at you! You're blushing!" Emily continued teasing.

"You..."

...

At the Rustin family mansion

Emily entered the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Drinking, she received a call from Blair.

"Hello?"

"Emily, I did a little research into the 'let's fight dance competition and its spectacular! Gosh!! So many dance groups are applying!"

"That's interesting. When was it last I danced?"

"Me too! I'm so excited that I can hardly breathe!" Emily rolled her eyes at Blair's over exaggeration.

"So how do you get to compete in it?"

"You send a recent dance video of yourself or your group to a WhatsApp number they gave. After sorting it out, they pick the best twenty to compete in the real competition."

"Okay. Let's apply."

"Seriously?! Won't you get into trouble?"

"Doesn't matter. Tomorrow, we'll apply. When is the actual competition taking place?"

"Next two weeks Saturday."

"Right, I'll be there. Bye!"

"Bye..."

The call ended. Unknown to Emily, someone had eavesdropped on her conversation with Blair.

...

"Mom!" Michelle called out, "I got information I think you would love!" She had eavesdropped on Emily's conversation.

"What is it?" Justina inquired, her eyes gleaming.

"Next two weeks, there's a dance competition at black street!"

Justina looked at her daughter confusingly, "So?"

Michelle stared at her mom helplessly. "Don't you get it?! It's a dance competition, a highly reckoned one at that! Do you suppose Emily is going to miss out on this for anything?"

Finally, realisation seemed to have dawned on her. A glint flashed through her eyes and her lips curled up into an evil smile.

Looking at her daughter, she proudly said, "You are truly born of me."

"Hmph! That stupid girl thinks she has finally grown wings. She deserves a lesson to remind her who still wields the most authority here."

Walking in front, Justina wore a scheming look. "This girl ain't know what hidden her," she said viciously.

...

The next day, Emily went to Blair's home to record the dance video as planned.

"Hey Vincent! Come this way! You ought to get a better shot of us! This is so important that if anything goes wrong, I'd definitely skin you alive!" Exclaimed Blair. Vincent rolled his eyes at his little sister. She was seriously...

"Hey you guys! For goodness sake don't start bickering. And Blair, you worry too much. Vincent is definitely going to get a good shot of us." Tried Emily to appease Blair.

"Hmph! He better."

"Yes, yes, he will." Finally, they started shooting their video with three other girls in their group.