The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2071

Over the next two weeks, Charlotte's routine was simple: the office, home, and her private dance studio. Aside from choreographing, she made sure to carve out time to coax her slightly neglected husband, Anthony, and playfully pacify their two little ones.

That evening, Charlotte stepped out of the dance studio and bumped right into her husband waiting at the door, holding Frederick. The little guy, dressed in a soft blue onesie, rested his head obediently against his father's shoulder, his eyes locked on the globe sitting on the opposite shelf. He looked completely mesmerized.

"You're barely a few months old, can you even understand that?" Charlotte teased, stopping in her tracks to poke Frederick's chubby cheek. "You look like a little old man."

Her son was far too quiet. As for her daughter... Charlotte glanced over at Helen, who was holding Ophelia. The little girl was enthusiastically babbling away in baby talk. Charlotte couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Ah, ah~" Hearing his mother's voice, Frederick turned his attention away from the globe. His big eyes fixed on her, and his tiny hands began to wave in the air.

"He wants you to hold him," Anthony said softly, leaning in to kiss his wife's cheek. "If you're tired, go rest. I'll take care of them."

Hearing that made Charlotte feel a twinge of guilt.

Anthony was so in tune with the babies that he could anticipate their every need.

Honestly, the two kids acted more like he was the one who had carried them for nine months.

"Give mommy a smile, and I'll hold you," Charlotte bargained, leaning down to rub her nose against Frederick's without reaching out her hands.

Almost instantly, Frederick broke into a bright, gummy smile.

"Fine, you win." Charlotte's eyes crinkled with amusement as she took Frederick, her posture still slightly stiff but full of affection. "You earned this hug with that smile."

Anthony shook his head, his gaze overflowing with pure indulgence.

In a way, she was more of a kid than Frederick was.

With less than two days left until the music video shoot, the timing felt right. Charlotte finally unveiled the new choreography.

She had added five new moves to the original routine.

These five additions instantly breathed life into what was once a mediocre sequence, transforming the entire dance.

"Charlotte, why didn't you show us these moves sooner?" one of the dancers asked.

"There was no need," Charlotte replied smoothly, her voice slightly husky. "Giving it to you too early would have only added unnecessary pressure."

"Alright." Charlotte rolled her eyes at his goofy expression and stretched her neck. "Since you're satisfied, we'll start filming tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Kenneth hesitated. "I thought we were scheduled for the day after?"

"The sooner we finish shooting, the sooner they get to rest," Charlotte said, shooting him a serious look. "Their nerves have been strung way too tight lately. Tomorrow or the day after makes no difference."

"Fair enough." Kenneth didn't argue.

With the routine looking this good, he wouldn't dare complain.

If it weren't for the need to add special effects, he would have just used this rehearsal footage. Paired with his song, this dance was guaranteed to go viral.

"I'll let the MV director know to prep the set."

"Mhm." Charlotte nodded. Once Kenneth left, she turned to the anxious dancers and offered a faint smile. "Don't stress. Go home, get a good night's sleep, and just show up to the set on time tomorrow."