Emma's POV
I look at the mirror after changing into the clothes Charlotte brought me. The white lacy top fits me perfectly, not being too tight or too loose. The black slacks are also comfortable.
"Do you like it?" Charlotte asks me while standing behind me with a knowing smile on her face.
"Yeah, it's amazing. Thank you," I reply, and turn around to face her, "How did you know my size? I didn't tell you anything."
She shrugs, "I am good at these things."
My lips purse. She is too good at it. It's like she knows a lot more than she speaks.
Charlotte walks over to her door, and calls someone. Seconds later, Matthew walks in and the little bit of smile I had on my face from looking at my new clothes was gone. The fight I had with him earlier flashes back into my head. He is a total alp
