Under his guidance, Naomi tried a few more times, but her movements were still a little stiff.
She then tried another method—clearing her mind and letting the music guide her, just like she did on the variety show. But it still wasn't working. She would occasionally forget the moves, and her dancing always came out looking somewhat lethargic.
After several attempts, Naomi felt discouraged. She tugged fiercely at her clothes.
'Is that disgusting bastard Jackson Kensington really going to be an obstacle I can't overcome in my life?'
She felt torn. One part of her, the rational part, told her not to be affected by such a scumbag. The other was her body's muscle memory, which subconsciously kept returning to the day of Jackson Kensington's cruel taunts.
Naomi Kenway took a few ragged breaths. 'Perhaps the shadow Jackson Kensington has cast over me is bigger than I imagined.'
Resentment flashed in Naomi's eyes.
