Chicago, the penthouse apartment on Grand Ave currently bustling with people.
Charlotte stood under the chandelier by the window, wearing a black silk evening gown that hugged her curves. Her long, thin, straight blonde hair hung down to her upper thigh behind her back. Her pale skin almost most porcelain white under the light. Her light blue eyes were almond-shaped, they held a gentle yet immense amount of pain in them.
Her eyes were focused on the people below, not the guests behind her. She was waiting for the guest to arrive. She didn’t want to waste her time with the rest of the crew.
Her grandfather’s men could be waiting for her. She feared what he might do if he found her now.
She didn’t want to be in this apartment. Or around any of these people. She’d left this world behind
