Remillia, Kairos, and several other competitors were already dressed and waiting backstage, the tension was visible as they prepared for their performances.
I kept biting my lower lip to calm my nerves when someone suddenly lifted my chin up, drawing me out of my anxious thoughts.
"Stop biting your lip; you'll hurt yourself," Kairos said, his deep voice cutting through the chatter around us.
I blushed, momentarily lost in the intensity of his gaze. "G-got it. I just got nervous, that's all," I stammered, quickly distancing myself from his touch and covering my face with my palm in embarrassment.
As I regained my composure, I looked around at our fellow competitors. They were practicing the waltz, foxtrot, and quickstep, gracefully flowing through their steps. Just like what Jessie said, it seems that we're the only one that's gonna dance tango.
"Do you want to practice a little to ease your nerves?" Kairos suggested, his brow furrowed with concern.
