“I’ve wanted to be a dance instructor ever since I was a child. It’s always been my dream, and I really do love this job. I’ve been here for nearly six or seven years now, and things have been steady. Honestly, I still love it just as much as when I started.”
“I really enjoy being around kids, too. Somehow, spending time with them makes me happy—it feels like their joy smooths over some of the rough edges from my own childhood.”
Hannah’s words were both charming and deeply sincere.
“I think doing what you love gives you so much motivation, and there’s a sense of security in it, too. Everything I’m doing now is something I genuinely enjoy. People often try to talk me out of it, telling me I should move on and do something else.”
“There are times when it gets tough, sure, but I’ve never considered giving up. When you’re doing something you’re passionate about, you’ll go to any length for it!”
Marguerite found herself agreeing with both of them. She thought it was the right choice to keep chasing after what you love, no matter what anyone else said.
“When I went to that competition a while back, your brother came along to support me. He told me he loved watching me on stage, said I was like a shining white swan under the lights!”
“He’s always supported me, never once pressured me to quit or forced me out of this career.”
As Hannah spoke about Hogan, her eyes lit up. It was obvious that the two of them were still in the throes of new love.
Marguerite nodded. “Even though you two are together, I really believe that staying true to yourself is what brings real happiness. Don’t let other people’s opinions steer your life.”
Marguerite watched the two of them, and it was clear they were caught up in the bliss of young love. She could tell they were both genuinely happy.
Still, as they chatted, Marguerite couldn’t shake the feeling that Hannah’s words sometimes seemed a little too deliberate, as if she was putting on a bit of a show for Marguerite’s benefit.
If Leonard hadn’t told her about all this beforehand, she might never have noticed—or even realized how calculated it all sounded.
Now, Marguerite felt a flicker of anxiety, uncertain about what she should do next.
After all, they’d only just met. Bombarding someone with too many questions right away would be awkward, maybe even a little pushy. So she forced herself not to pry, fighting the urge to dig deeper.

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