When I walk downstairs, Charlotte is moving around the living room with her phone on the ear. I spare a moment to stare at how sophisticated she looks, she's always been the hardworking type and always a winner, adding to the fact that she is very pretty.
She totally looks like the type that Trevor would date, no wonder he married her sister. She's nothing close to what I look like.
I still don't believe it when Trevor said she's only there because of her nieces, I always feel it's more than that.
She turns to look at me and smiles as she hangs up the phone.
I'm so not smiling back.
"You look like a mess."
What a way to acknowledge my presence.
"I was in a prison cell the other night, in case you didn't know."
I walk towards her and sit on the sofa, she does the same on the one acr
