Charlotte got ready for work that morning, despite feeling it would be better to stay at home. She knew she couldn't wallow in sadness all day. As she left her room, she saw Chase descending the stairs in a sleek black suit. He paused to look at her, then continued walking out, with Charlotte trailing behind.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked as Charlotte attempted to get into the car.
"What?" she responded, stepping back. "We are going to work, aren't we?" she asked.
Chase sighed and moved closer. You don't get to ride in my car. Never try that again, he said, eyeing her hair critically. You go to work with your hair like that? You look like a beggar, he added, his tone filled with disdain.
To his surprise, a smile crossed Charlotte's face. "Why are you smiling?" h
