Lynne Bronte was full of confusion. Hearing Isa Hughes say this, she immediately grabbed Isa and said: "Let's just wait a bit longer, if you go now to adjust her dress, she will definitely blame you."
Isa Hughes frowned, Lynne was right, she felt a bit frustrated and started to head down the stairs.
Standing not too far away, Betsy Russell watched Isa descend the stairs, a faint smile on her lips.
Heather Scott had a smile on her face as she watched Isa say: "3-2-1."
The moment Heather finished speaking, Isa suddenly froze on the spot like a puppet, completely still.
Standing behind Isa, Lynne tightly gripped the torn part of Isa's dress, using her body to cover the exposed part of Isa's back. However, the threads on the rest of Isa's dress began to pull even tighter.
"Rip!"
Isa's dress hung on her body like a few torn pieces of cloth, much like tassels.
