^CHARLOTTE^
“Good morning, Kenna. I really appreciate you giving me a tour,” I managed to greet her, a genuine, friendly smile gracing my lips. My attempt at normalcy.
“It is my pleasure, Charlotte. You can call me Ken,” she spoke quietly, her voice soft and melodious, like a gentle breeze.
I nodded to her, a warmth spreading through me despite my lingering heartache. There was something about Ken that I instantly liked. It wasn’t like it was with Selene. I liked Selene because she was kind to me and spoke her mind, a rare and appreciated quality. But with Ken, I almost felt protective. She had an undeniable air of innocence and naivety about her, a stark contrast to her powerful, sharp-tongued sister.
“How old are you, Ken?” I asked curiously, taking a step into the hall and pulling m
