But something about her words made Addison pause.
Was it just her imagination, or was there a double meaning hidden beneath that calm, courteous voice? Was Mila subtly implying that Addison had fallen behind — that she was no longer on Mila's level after being away from training for so long?
Addison frowned slightly, then shook her head, brushing the thought aside. Maybe it was just her own insecurities talking — ghosts of doubt creeping in.
After all, Mila stood there poised and graceful, the very image of control and refinement. In contrast, Addison felt like a wild child — rough around the edges, chaotic, and untamed.
Addison didn't say a word — she simply smiled back at Mila. After finishing her stretches, she stepped closer into the arena, her expression calm but focused.
