Charlotte's P.O.V.
I was sweating, as I was leaning above the stove, working my ass off to prepare dinner. When Brandon had told me that his parents were coming, he forgot to mention that they would already be knocking on the door five minutes later. I couldn’t help but feel relaxed. With his parents around, Brandon would at least keep his hands to himself and leave me alone for most of the time. Brandon’s mother, Anita, was sitting in the kitchen with me. Instead of helping me with the cooking, she was looking over, giving me smart remarks from time to time on how to prepare something better. I knew that deep down, she wasn’t a bad person, but you could tell she had grown used to living in this situation for a long time. Brandon and his father were, as usual, in Brandon’s office, since b
