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The camera crew, momentarily stunned by Catherine’s quick reflexes, quickly resumed filming. Audrey, wide-eyed and breathless, stood upright with the help of Catherine’s steady grip, still clinging onto the suitcase. It had all happened so fast that even the viewers, who were used to watching things unfold at a slower pace, were left amazed.
“Did you see that?” one viewer commented. “Catherine just saved Audrey without even breaking a sweat!”
“She’s definitely not the ice queen everyone thought she was!” another viewer added.
For a brief moment, the icy exterior that Catherine had carefully crafted seemed to crack. But as quickly as it had happened, she let go of Audrey and stepped back, resuming her cool, detached persona. Audrey, still trying to catch her breath, shot Catherine a grateful look.
“You could’ve warned me about the stairs,” Audrey said, her voice breathless but tinged with humor. “But thanks, Kathy, really.”
Catherine’s response was as minimal as ever. “It’s nothing,” she said simply, her face neutral.
The viewers, however, were loving the change in dynamic. The mix of Catherine’s aloofness and her unexpected act of kindness stirred up a whirlwind of opinions. The shift from seeing Catherine as the “bad sister” to seeing her as someone capable of tender moments created a surge of curiosity in the audience.
“Okay, I’m starting to like Catherine a little now,” one viewer wrote. “She’s cold, but I have to admit, she’s got her moments.”
“I’m still not a fan, but that was cool. Literally.”
The comments flooded in with messages of mixed emotions—some were still skeptical, while others were beginning to soften toward Catherine. The unexpected moment of vulnerability had allowed her to show a side of herself that the audience hadn’t expected, and it gave them a reason to reconsider their initial judgments.
As Audrey finally managed to get a hold of her suitcase again, she looked at her sister, her eyes filled with gratitude. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
Catherine didn’t respond, her attention already back on the path ahead. Audrey, however, felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a change in their relationship. She knew her sister wasn’t one to openly express affection, but perhaps this silent support spoke volumes.
The camera crew, ever keen on exploiting any dramatic moment, captured every nuance of the exchange between the two sisters. The director, watching from a distance, couldn’t have been happier with the unexpected turn of events.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. “This is exactly the kind of content the audience eats up.”
As Audrey and Catherine reached the top of the stairs, the other families had already made it to their respective accommodations. Audrey’s exhaustion was visible, and Catherine, despite her impassive expression, showed no signs of slowing down. Audrey glanced over at her sister, still holding the heavy suitcase with a mixture of annoyance and gratitude.
“You know, Kathy, you really saved my butt just now,” Audrey said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Catherine looked at her, her gaze as unreadable as ever, but there was something slightly softer about her demeanor.
“Just don’t drop it again,” Catherine replied, almost as if she had said nothing at all.
Audrey couldn’t help but laugh, relieved that her sister hadn’t gone back into her shell after the brief act of kindness. Despite everything—despite the drama, the competition, and the constant scrutiny—they were in this together.
And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.