"Oh my God, Charlotte, did you lose your mind or something? How could he possibly be your fiancé? What could you even talk about with him? Let's go find your father right now. He must've been tricked. There's no way he'd let his precious daughter marry some broke loser like him!"
Phoebe couldn't just walk away on her own. She hurried after Charlotte and grabbed her arm again.
"Phoebe, stop it. I have my reasons. If you really want to know, I'll explain later," Charlotte said, turning back with a helpless sigh.
Taking advantage of Phoebe's brief distraction, Charlotte freed herself from her grip, walked over to Henry, and sat down beside him. She adjusted her expression, adopting a composed, businesslike demeanor.
Henry, on the other hand, had been stunned when he learned that the gorge
