Charlotte's p.o.v

I couldn't grasp what was going for a moment. Only disgusting smiles and words... Things that didn't match their outstanding beauty.

But how did Abigael choose to get married to him? Was she forced like me?

I couldn't afford to look at them straight in the eyes. They were a way distance from their smiles and soothing words. I felt my head spinning around as Abigael stared at me.

I looked at my reflection through the glass table and I got lost forgetting that I was in their mighty presence for a while.

And what were they even talking about in the first place?

"In fact you have no say in whatever that's going to happen on that day! You only have to comply with the order lest you get yourself in trouble again," Bella insisted as she stood up from her sit.

I could hear their words from a distance... As if we were in hollow tunnel and I was at the far end only getting the waves of their frustrating echo.

"And you got a nice hair," Bella said as she touched my hair jilting me from my sma