With his guidance, Naomi Kenway tried a few more times, but her movements were still a bit stiff.
She then tried another method—emptying her mind and dancing to the music, just like she had on the variety show. But it still wasn't working. She would occasionally forget the moves, and her dancing always came across as somewhat listless.
After several failed attempts, Naomi Kenway grew discouraged and tugged hard at her clothes in frustration.
'Is that vile man, Jackson Kensington, really going to be an insurmountable obstacle in my life?'
She felt herself being pulled in two directions. One was her rational mind, telling her not to be affected by such scum. The other was her body's memory, which subconsciously kept returning to the day of Jackson Kensington's cold taunts.
Naomi Kenway took a few sharp breaths. 'Perhaps the shadow Jackson Kensington cast over me is even larger than I imagined.'
Resentment flashed in Naomi Kenway's eyes.
