Novel & Cerita Chloe From Dance Moms Sister

she says, still laughing. “Oh, you know this woman?” I stop pacing and point at her. “You knew. You knew and you said nothing.” Chloe winces slightly. “…I might have forgotten to mention her.” “You forgot?” I repeat. “You forgot the overly organized, control-freak, schedule-obsessed sister of the groom?” “She’s not that bad…” Chloe starts weakly. I just stare at her. Chloe sighs. “…Okay, she’s that bad.” “Thank you.”

She was dying to know more about Gideon. Dahlia became paler. "Yeah. H-He's my… brother…" She didn't want to admit something so terrifying! Chloe fell silent. Dahlia added, "I'm serious. I'm not lying to you. We have different mothers, though." Chloe still didn't say anything, which irked Dahlia. She snapped, "Why aren't you saying anything?" Chloe sighed. "I'm kinda jealous of you now." Dahlia snorted. "Haven't you always been jealous of me?"

“When I was seven, I entered a talent contest at school. It was the Christmas show, so I danced ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. I honestly thought it was great, the best thing I had ever choreographed. The prizes were given out, and I won nothing but a good-effort medal. I cried for a week.” A small chuckle passes my lips. “That’s sweet. I would have loved to see the footage.” “Oh, there was no footage.” She shakes her head. “My foster parents at the time were too busy with all the other kids they took in. I’m sure they turned up late and missed my performance anyway.”

“You cried for three hours.” “I loved you.” “You still do.” Elena smiled. “Yes.” For a moment, she felt like herself again. The mansion no longer felt so cold. She was not Damien Blackwood's wife. She was not the woman who had been humiliated at dinner. She was simply Elena. Chloe's little sister. Then Chloe suddenly stood. “I need to check something.” Elena frowned. “Check what?” “Your high school crush.” Elena's eyebrows lifted. “My what?” “Don't pretend you don't remember.”

Something was going on and Dellinq was restless. "What is it?" Chloe asked from besides me. I looked to her and realised I had halted. "I don't know." I muttered. "Shit, she forgot to get dressed. I looked to where Chloe was looking and saw Grant's sister in the shortest red dress I had ever seen. "You can practically she what she ate for breakfast."

Fuck this pride. I stood up and marched down to the kitchen. I grabbed myself a plate, filled it with pancakes and sat on the other end of the table. "Chloe said your father's the Mayor." He started. I didn't budge. Just because we're eating at the same table, doesn't mean I'm going to talk to him. "Do you have other siblings besides your step-sister? Or soon-to-be-step-sister." He teased. "How'd she like the underwear you chose for her?"

"Why would you say that, he's your older brother" A bigger version of Sophie came out from a Conner, must be their older sister¿¿ "She's right chloe, my younger brother ain't the one for you" "He likes Sara" Sophie added. She was a little too smart for her age, just like chloe when she was her age. "Um" chloe was speechless Theo walks in later and both sister leaves "I see you've met my sisters" "Yh, they seem... nice" chloe said "Shall we go now?" Theo asked

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”

“I don’t want to suffer with you. Soon, you won’t have a house or any savings. I want to stay with Mom and Dad and enjoy my life. “Grandma said that if I go along with them, they’ll treat me better in the future. “Mom and Dad are going to have a baby brother for me. I won’t need to work or make money. I’ll just take care of him.” Chloe was still too young to understand how cruel people could be. Even so, hearing her say that hurt deeply. I lowered my head and was about to walk away when Margaret stopped me. She said, “Hurry and hand everything over! Are you planning to run? I won’t let you!

Finally, he pushes past me and taps his wrist against the card reader. “Thanks,” I mumble. We walk inside. He sticks a hand towards me. “Archer.” “Chloe,” I say slowly. I ignore his hand. “Chloe,” he repeats. He pulls his hand back and clears his throat. “That name sounds familiar.” I freeze. I close my eyes and breathe slowly. Here we go again. “Yeah,” I say. “My brother Wyatt goes here. I’m Isaac Jones’s stepdaughter.” Archer raises an eyebrow. The rest of his face is set in a hardline. “Oh so I’ve just let the most infamous transfer into my gym?”