Truth behind the photo

“ My Cupcake! I am sorry for being late. Did you miss Dad?”

Charlotte gasps awake as the wind blows by her face. While hyperventilating, she is trying to recall the voice of her dream. Who called her Cupcake? Who was late? She questions herself while feeling the scorching hot beneath her skin. She rubs and groans in silent paint.

“ Charlotte! Don't rub your skin!” She flinches when someone shouts, stopping her to rub her skin. She glances at herself. Her entire body is red because of rashes. She looks confused, glancing at her best friend who is holding her hand with concern.

“ What's wrong with me? Why am I here?” She is lying down on her bed in Edward's Villa.

“ You fainted and Edward brought you here. I was there to attend the wedding as well since my parents forced me. I think It was for good." Sandra places the wet tissue on her hand, pressing it lightly. “ Anyway! Charlotte! What did you eat today?”

She asked with a series tone. Charlotte tilts her head, looking at her with th