As we filed into the studio, I took a moment to observe the new instructor. She was standing by the camera setup, assessing the space with a sharp, critical eye.
The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with an immaculate posture and a presence that commanded attention without her even saying a word.
Her straight, jet-black hair was tied back in a sleek, no-nonsense bun, and she wore a fitted charcoal-gray blazer over a crisp white blouse, matched with black tailored pants that ended right above a pair of polished leather heels.
Her expression was cool, her lips pressed into a thin line as she observed us, but her eyes held a certain intensity—a spark that suggested she wasn't one to settle for anything less than perfection.