Charlotte's pov The moment Ava insisted on seeing the message, I realized I had missed the mark, and it wasn't good for me. "Do you really want to see it?" I laughed from the kitchen, assuming she would continue cooking. To my surprise, she turned off the gas burner and followed me. "Do you really want to see it?" I asked again as I headed towards my room. "Yes, I want to see it. Is it bad?" she asked. The more she followed me, the more anxious I became, and she seemed dead serious. I never anticipated this. All I had in mind was that Ava would happily accept the good news, and there was no way or time for me to fake such a message even if I wanted to. When I reached my room, and after a few seconds, she entered and stood in front of me. "Charlotte, can I have your phone?" she asked. That statement caught me off guard once again, and for a few seconds, I looked like someone who had done something very shameful. "It was a call, not a text message," I replied to Ava,

Author's pov It was early in the morning, and Brenda was just waking up in her large pink bed. As she stretched to fully awaken, her phone started ringing. She was too tired to answer the call. Slowly, she moved towards the edge of the bed, and by the time she reached the phone, it had stopped ringing. When she looked at the screen, she saw that it was her mom calling. She immediately returned the call, holding the phone to her ear and walking towards the giant mirror in her room. She was wearing a grey nightgown and gently touched her face, trying to feel her skin. Then her mom answered the call, and her voice changed Brenda's thoughts about her facial appearance. "Brenda, how was your night?" her mom asked. "It was fine. Good morning. How was your night?" "What about your dad? I just want to ask." "He's doing great. He's not far from me. Should I give him the phone?" "No, don't give it to him," Brenda said, and there was a pause in their conversation. "Brenda, are yo

Charlotte's pov How lovely and affectionate it would have been to make love with my best friend's dad. I won't deny it. Since I arrived here, he has captured my heart. Just the sight of him arouses me. But the man at the hotel understood my emotions, and that's why I'm going to meet the new love of my life. However, I've noticed some changes between Tyler and me. I started to wonder if it was because Ava told him that I was going to meet the love of my life, which is why he has been distancing himself from me gradually. He used to find joy in visiting my room, especially when I was alone, and he always found ways to hold my hand. But now, he spends more time in his own room, and even when Ava is not around, he no longer comes to my room. I still cherish him, even though I'm going to meet the man I've been hoping for. Since he doesn't come close to me like before, I miss him. At the same time, I try to remind myself that we're not in a romantic relationship so I can control my feel

Author's pov Ava rushed to the bed and looked at Charlotte from head to toe, realizing that she was still asleep. "Charlotte!" She tapped her. "What happened to you?" The tapping and Ava's voice woke Charlotte up, and she turned and faced Ava. Her eyes were still sleepy, and she looked a bit scared. Ava hurriedly left the room and went to meet her dad in the kitchen. "Dad, have you seen Charlotte this morning?" Tyler, who was facing a boiling pot, turned and looked at Ava before replying, "I thought she was still sleeping. That's why I decided to quickly prepare breakfast so that she can eat before she travels back." "It seemed like she drank a lot of wine yesterday." "Poor thing!" He sighed. "Please remind her that her flight is taking off at 9 am." Then Ava left the kitchen, and Tyler continued cooking. When Ava returned to Charlotte's room, she found that Charlotte had finally woken up and was now wearing a gown. "Why did you sleep without wearing anything, and

Charlotte's pov "I'm sorry, your mum didn't tell you?" Harry said, and before I knew it, he knelt down on one knee, and tears started streaming down his face. I couldn't contain my anger, and it suddenly changed my voice. Harry thought his condition was the reason for what happened, so he asked, reaching out to touch my chest, "My mother? To do what?"Feeling betrayed in that moment, everything happened so quickly that he noticed the sorrow in my tone. I turned and went inside, with only one thought in mind: my mum must have informed Harry that I would be coming today. I went straight to my mum's door and knocked twice. Even before she came out, I was shaking my head. As soon as she came out of her room, I said, "Thank you so much. You set me up?" I couldn't look at her face and turned to go down to my room, and she immediately followed behind me. "Charlotte! Charlotte!" she called, but I didn't stop. When I was about to enter my room, I paused and said to her, "Go and meet