And she was the one who bought it for them, no less.
They were absolutely starving for it.
"Eat up."
Charlotte lazily withdrew her gaze and rested her hands on the keyboard, reviewing the choreography she had mapped out the night before.
"Yes."
At the end of the day, they were all young women in their twenties, completely powerless against the temptation of sweet treats.
Within moments, they were sitting in a circle on the floor, each holding a piece of cake, their faces beaming with profound satisfaction.
The gloomy mood from earlier completely evaporated.
"Charlotte is so gentle. She's nothing like the terrifying person people describe online."
"I agree, Charlotte is amazing."
"Whatever, I don't even care if I have to flail around like a drowning chicken now."
"I'm so happy... this is so good..."
"..."
Listening to the dancers chatter, the corners of Charlotte's mouth ticked upward, a deeply meaningful glint flashing in her eyes.
Gentle?
Happy?
They were still far too young!
An hour later.
Charlotte stripped off her jacket and rolled her shirt sleeves up to her elbows, revealing her pale, slender arms.
"Watch this video first."
As soon as she spoke, Charlotte tapped her laptop. An animated 3D model appeared on the large projector screen, executing a routine with a detailed breakdown of every single movement.
"You, you, and you..."
The twelve dancers were split into three groups. Charlotte appointed the first three girls as team leaders to guide the practice based on the video.
"You have one week."
Charlotte stood with her arms crossed over her chest. She tilted her delicate face upward, her soft voice laced with undeniable authority. "Like I said before, I will evaluate you all in one week and eliminate two people."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened in sudden panic, the tension instantly returning to the room.


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