Her New Job

Exhaustion.

That was the sole thing circulating throughout her sweaty body as she dragged her feet towards the bathing room.

It was almost 4 pm, and Ballet class for the day had come to an end — well, not for everyone.

Among the six dancers, Madam Angelica trained personally, Maria, the class bitch according to Tessa's mind, remained in the room.

It wasn't due to her obnoxious attitude, or her pretense of hurting her ankle.

She was still training.

While the normal ballet class ended by 3:30 pm or so, two dancers had theirs extended. Francess and Maria were still being trained by the senior mistress.

Presently, Tessa could be seen peeling off her outfit that was thoroughly drenched in sweat. Nude, walked to the single washing machine the bathroom surprisingly entailed, then proceeded to wash it.

It was remarkable how spacious a single bathroom was — a shower was there followed by varying skin care products, and a washing machine and dryer.

Tessa had a hint that Doreen owned thi