The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 450: Not Knowing What’s Good for You
"It’s fine, we’ve already rehearsed."
Summer Monroe said, pointing at Holly Holloway’s sand painting tray.
Several teachers stood on the stage, positioned just right to see the painting on the sand tray.
The artwork was lifelike, the goddess in the picture resembled a real person, and the artistic conception was beautifully executed.
The principal was the first to praise, "It’s really well done! As expected of my goddaughter!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the teachers standing nearby were all momentarily stunned.
They only knew that the principal had a son studying at Britton University, but hadn’t known about a goddaughter. They didn’t expect this goddaughter to be participating in the freshman event!
Immediately, a teacher offered politely, "Actually, I have a piano at home too. If it’s not too much trouble, I can take you to my house to practice."
Summer Monroe shook her head and said, "No need. We can perform directly at the event."
The teacher was taken aback, then asked, "Really not even one rehearsal?"
"No need." Summer shook her head again, "I’m very familiar with the piece, no rehearsal is necessary."
"Alright then," the teacher didn’t insist and said, "To make it up to you, I agree to your earlier request for the sand art student to sit backstage and use a projector to display their work on the big screen." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Holly Holloway was instantly overjoyed, happily holding Summer’s hand.
On stage, Willow Grant watched the two holding hands, her eyes filled with jealousy.
The principal’s goddaughter, a classmate of this caliber should be friends with her, the Rivain socialite. It was frustrating that she was so blind and got so close to Summer Monroe!
Choosing a classmate from the countryside as a friend, aren’t you afraid of losing face!
Willow Grant was very envious of Summer’s good relationships, so she took advantage of the break, when Summer went to the restroom, to step up to Holly Holloway.
"You’re called Holly, right?" Willow Grant’s face was adorned with a gentle smile.
Willow Grant already understood Holly’s timid and fearful personality. She believed her expression was impeccably gentle and kind, but as soon as she spoke, Holly shrank back two steps in fright.
Willow was displeased. Why on earth was she so afraid?
She thought she might not be drop-dead gorgeous, but she was still quite pretty, enough to be a star. Why did Holly look at her like she was a monster?
Holly suspiciously asked her, "What do you want?"
Willow Grant was taken aback again and then became certain that Summer must have spoken ill of her to Holly.
Willow put on a look of grievance and said, "Looks like Summer has said a lot of bad things about me to you. Actually, I’m not like that at all... But as for Summer, don’t you know some of her dealings? Keeping multiple options open, and just look, she’s even hooked up with the student council president. Didn’t you see earlier? The council president was speaking up for her. So I suggest you better keep your distance from her."
Holly gave Willow a deep look and bravely said, "Willow Grant, Summer has never spoken ill of you. On the contrary, I don’t understand why you’re so against her. She’s clearly a very good person."
"A good person?" Willow was disgusted and said coldly, "I don’t think a good person would lead others on. I suggest you keep away from such people sooner rather than later."
Holly’s face turned serious.
She took a deep breath and, for the first time, spoke in a loud voice, "Willow Grant, if you keep slandering my goddess, I’ll tell the student council president and have him deduct your conduct points!"
"You—" Willow gritted her teeth, knowing full well that she couldn’t pry Holly away, spat out a cold "ingrate," and then turned and left quickly.
Not long after, Summer Monroe walked out of the restroom and saw Willow Grant leave with a dark face, leaving an indignant Holly by herself.
