The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2069

"Hmph."

Hearing this, Reba's arched brow twitched. She narrowed her smoky eyes, not even trying to mask the overwhelming contempt in her gaze. "That trash is so beneath me, I'd feel degraded using it as a stepping stone."

"Exactly, exactly."

The rest of the group smiled and nodded in unison.

In front of someone like Reba, Charlotte was genuinely worthless.

But no one noticed.

As they walked away laughing, a girl was leaning casually against the wall by the water cooler around the corner. She lazily swirled her thermos, a careless smirk playing on her lips.

Hidden within that smile was an icy frost that ordinary people could never detect.

Over the following week.

Charlotte appeared punctually in Studio 1 at eight o'clock every morning, bringing fresh breakfast from The Oak & Vine without fail.

In the afternoons, there was always rich, energizing coffee waiting for them.

Even though the girls were exhausted to their bones, the phenomenal food made it a happy kind of exhaustion.

However—

In private, they still gossiped about Charlotte, their minds brimming with questions.

"It's been almost a week. Charlotte comes and goes like clockwork. Aside from having us watch the video, practice, and correcting our posture, she doesn't actually do anything else."

"Yeah. So far, she hasn't danced a single step herself."

"The routine in the video is definitely brand new. I just wonder if she actually created it herself, or if she hired a ghostwriter to help her?"

The others just shook their heads as they sipped on their hundred-dollar coffees. Not a single one of them was willing to speak ill of her.

"Charlotte is wonderful. At the very least, she's genuine and treats us well, unlike Reba..." At the mention of the crew next door, several girls scoffed, venting their frustration. "She walks around with her nose in the air. Yesterday, one of her dancers bumped into me on the stairs. Not only did she refuse to apologize, but she also said I was lucky she didn't bruise her."

"Reba was standing right there and backed her up. She said if I affected their practice, she'd make me pay for it."

"Alright, keep your voices down."

The girl beside her nudged the speaker, craning her neck to check the hallway before lowering her voice. "Our routine might not have the explosive energy of the one next door, but it's definitely not garbage."

"Let's just practice hard and make sure we don't mess up. That way, we won't embarrass Charlotte."

"But..." The girl bit her lip, hugging her knees as her voice dropped dejectedly. "Two of us still have to get cut."

The girls managed weak smiles.

But before they could even celebrate for two minutes, Charlotte's voice cut through again. "However, there are a few transitions that are just entirely off."

Off?

The girls exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what they had done wrong.

It felt identical to the video.

"..."

Charlotte sat down in her chair, gesturing for the dancers to reset their formation before hitting play on the music. "Follow my rhythm. When you make a mistake, I'll point it out."

"Got it."

The girls nodded and moved into their starting poses.

Sure enough.

With Charlotte's razor-sharp guidance, everyone quickly recognized their minute flaws. Once they adjusted, the entire routine flowed with breathtaking grace.