Charlotte’s POV
My face went aflame.
Whore.
The word stared up at me, mocking me, ugly and hateful. No wonder people were laughing at me.
“Who did this?” I demanded, spinning around to face the hallway. Several servants were lingering nearby, pretending to be busy with their tasks. “Who put this on my back?”
No one answered. A few of them exchanged glances, smirking, but no one spoke up.
“Answer me!”
Still, no one said a word. They just went about their work, pretending they hadn’t even heard me.
I crumpled the paper in my fist and turned away, my throat tightening. I couldn’t stay here. Not with all of them looking at me like that.
I rushed upstairs to my room and slammed the door behind me. My hands were shaking as I locked it, then leaned against the wood, trying to catch my b
