The next time I met Melanie Sanders again, it was at my daughter's ballet recital.I sped down the roads on my motorcycle as I brought my daughter, Caroline Solt, to school. Just as I stopped at the gates, I heard a wave of exclamations come from the crowd."Look! That Lamborghini is truly the epitome of luxury!""I know, right? To be able to drive such a car to send your kid to school—I'm so envious!""I have to say, though, it's quite admirable that someone that rich would still feel a sense of responsibility in personally taking their kid to school."A voice cut through the crowd's chattering, crying out, "Hey, isn't that Melanie Sanders? Long time no see!""Oh, my, you mean that famous dancer, Melanie Sanders?""Surely, her daughter must have inherited her talent for dancing."The next moment, I heard a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with saying casually, "I just went abroad to further my studies. Naturally, I had to come back to the country to grow my career."I n
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