The Last Dance
Language: en
On New Year's Eve, at the selection performance for the Principal Dancer of the ballet company. Gavin's junior sister once again, in front of everyone, ripped off the wig on my head. She smiled with feigned surprise, "Oops, what a big shiny egg! Sister-in-law why did you shave your head bald!" The surroundings erupted with earth-shaking laughter, my sure-win Principal position thoroughly ruined. I didn't slap her. Also didn't blame Gavin why he lied to me that I had cancer, lied to me to shave my head with him. Just calmly left the venue, but Gavin impatiently chased out and grabbed…