The third point of view:

"I love this!"

"I hate this!" was Isabella's negative confession unlike the enthusiastic Anabelle waltzing around with her partner, Julie.

Today's lesson on Lincolnshire centered on dancing - Isabella's worst nightmare. With the couples facing each other, it incorporates moves from other dances such as swing, modern jive, and salsa. Basically, the dancers progress around the dance floor with a waltz step, but with no constraints on what moves they can use.

And so far Isabella could no longer count the number of steps she stepped on Pedro's toes than the number of times she did a spin.

It was just too much for her. Isabella was a master planner but the twirls and turns spin her brain, she couldn't come to a good analysis. So in one word, she was a bad dancer.

"Ouch," Pedro tried not to yelp but a high heel - Jacqueline had made it mandatory - suddenly stepping on his toes was not exactly a concealable pain.

"Maybe, we should stop this," Isabella said, and out of the corner of her eyes, Isabella watched the perfect Anabelle as Julie did a quarter-left turn while still holding on to her.

Julie then firmly leads her with his right hand on her back, so that Anabelle travels across and turns around, and faces the opposite direction she was facing. At the same time, Julie does another quarter-left turn as necessary in order to follow Anabelle and face her. They were both skilled and moved with fluid motion and perfection.

"It's hopeless anyway. This is the one thing I cannot do," Isabella shook her head and turned to withdraw from the dance.

However, Pedro drew her back, pulling her closer, and leaned in to whisper, "We don't need to dance to be perfect...." his lips tickle her ear, her pulse raced, "We could just have fun,"

Pedro braced his hand on her hips, leading and giving her no choice but to sway to the music. They were not perfect but they sure were perfect at that moment.

Anabelle was delighted, for the second time in her life she discovered something Isabella was not good at. She couldn't help but wonder why she had been jealous in the first place. She and Isabella were two different people with different personalities and passions. This made her realize Isabella was not a goddess of perfection as she once thought.

Julie had been right, she had to find her niche and now she found it, she was happy. Anabelle looked up at adoration, she was lucky to have him.

However, amid the good dancers - Anabelle and Pedro - another couple stood out greatly.

"Perfect!" Jacqueline complimented the couple Ailee and Neon as they waltzed to the beat and counts. The kids were extraordinary! How had she not seen this?

But then, a certain figure had a huge scowl on his face even as he waltzed and that was no other person than Allen. Because there was no other person to partner with, he and his cousin Akim had to dance together. Although both were good, Ailee and Neon were better and Allen blamed it on Akim being a he - he would dance much better with a female partner!

Ailee, Allen, and Neon had tactically elicited information from their cousin Akim regarding Lord Albert. But then, none of the information helped their plan of stealing his phone.

They couldn't visit his place unless they got permission from their parents - which was mission impossible. Their parents would draw the truth out of their mouth - and for a great reason.

They had planned to use Akim but then, their cousin had no desire to visit the man and they couldn't press him else he suspects their plan.

They were close to giving up until they heard the news from Akim, the queen was strengthening the relationship between the lords and her guests over dinner. Which meant Lord Albert would be in attendance and they could steal the phone right under his nose.

But then, there was a slight problem, children were not in attendance. However, Ailee and Neon had a plan.

"Magnificent!" Jacqueline continued to gush out even after the dance ended, "The both of you are great dancers!"

Ailee winked at Neon and the boy blushed, scratching the back of his head shyly. He never thought he would be so good at it - his mother Jennifer had put him through dancing class when she was still together with Niklaus. Jennifer gave him rigorous training when young - hoping to impress Niklaus - unfortunately, Neon excelled in nothing but dancing - it sure came in handy now.

"Whatever," Allen rolled his eyes, filled with jealousy.

"Thank you," Ailee did a bow, then took advantage of her praises, "So, Miss Jacqueline, I was hoping we could dance at the dinner tonight,"

"Alright, wait - what?!" Jacqueline realized what she just said, "What are you talking about?"

"We want to render a special presentation to the queen," Neon added.

Jacqueline tipped her head unsure, "I don't think Kids are permitted at the dinner…?"

Ailee didn't wait for a second for doubt to grow inside of her, "You just said we were perfect, which means you were impressed with our dancing. How then, the queen when we barely began lessons a few days ago? She would be more than impressed, don't you think so? "

There were conflicting feelings across Jacqueline's face as she thought about the suggestion. It was good but….

Allen might be jealous but he was not a fool to disrupt their plans because of emotion. So he added, "Come to think about it, if we can impress the queen, who knows?" he shrugged, "She might reward you,"

Jacqueline's expression shone. Dear God, the offer was tempting. If she could get a promotion, that would be so great.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do about that. However, if we are going to do that, that means we'll have to go over the routines,"

"Sure," They were delighted. The kids didn't mind rehearsing over and over again if it meant their plans went through.

"Now, if you give me a minute," Jacqueline said and left.

"Yes!" Ailee and Neon did a high five only to turn around and bump into Isabella who had a stern look.

"Now, spill,"

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