Love me again

Chapter 13

Charlotte

I was in the dressing room when a notification popped up on my phone.

It was from Ally, what did she want?

When I saw what she wrote, tears flooded my eyes. She went to see Charles? My heart ached. And to think that I thought that maybe Charles and I would have a chance together, Charles was obviously in love with Ally, I was just too hopeful that maybe he loved me. I laugh bitterly at myself I really was a lot more stupid than I thought. I will always just be the best friend in his eyes, nothing more, nothing less

I looked into the mirror of the dressing room, and all I could see was Charles and Ally together, getting closer and closer, looking at each other ever so intimately.

It was all I could see now, them kissing, the way they looked at each other broke my heart. Charles never loved me, he never did, and never will. Tears fell silently from my eyes. I guess I will always just be the friend, nothing more.

"Charlotte, do you need help in there?" Mum asked breaking my train of thought.

Reality flashed back into my vision, Charles and Ally were no longer in front of me. "No, I'm almost done, be right there."

In truth, I was done a while ago. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wiped away my tears. I smiled bitterly into the mirror and made sure that I didn't look like a person who just had been crying.

When I was done, I stepped out of the dressing room.

"You look beautiful dear," Mum smiled.

I smiled, I wish I felt beautiful or was beautiful enough for Charles to like me let alone love me.

Alice gestured me toward the stand and started adjusting my dress.

I watch in silence, I am in no mood to talk. It was as if a single word would break me.

I watched silently as Alice worked her magic.

Charles

"We will speak of this matter later, I never want to see that girl again," My dad said firmly.

I nodded, and I lowered my head shamefully.

This was embarrassing, I'm just glad Charlotte wasn't here.

"We will go to the Tailor now and do not mention any of this to Charlotte."

My dad was always scary when he was mad and right now he was crazy mad. He was fuming.

I sighed and followed him out to the car that was waiting.

Once I got inside the car, "Drive," My father commanded.

I could see the poor driver flinch at his tone and look scared with my father's bad mood.

With that, I could tell that he was new here because it looked as if he still wasn't used to my father's orders. Even though my father doesn't get angry that easily when he does, you do not want to ever mess with him.

He can and will destroy you.

Despite how angry my father was, he was right, Charlotte should never know about this visit, and my mother too. She would be even angrier than Dad because she loved Charlotte a lot more, hell I feel like she loved Charlotte more than she loves me. It doesn't bother me though. My father, on the other hand, was more of a believer in male heirs. He and his family desperately wanted a son and my mum desperately wanted a little girl. She found her in Charlotte.

Soon we arrived at the shop. It was fancy but it was the one that I would go to when we were younger.

I remember running around the shop as a child when Dad would go get his suits made for important meetings, Galas, or events like Charity fairs. He has a lot of fancy suits, I have never seen him wear any more than once but he kept them anyway.

When I got older, my parents would take me to some of the events, and then I would get those suits made as well. But recently, I don't go to those events anymore so it's been a while since I had gotten one of those suits made.

Once we stepped inside the tailor shop, we were greeted by the kind owner. He smiled kindly, "Charles, good to see you again, you have grown so much."

I smiled. I always liked him, we would come here all the time.

"You used to come here all the time, running around and playing with the fabric, do you remember? Now you are here for your wedding suit?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I remember. You always made the best suits in town." I told him.

"Congratulations on your wedding."

I felt my dad stiffen a little even though he tried not to show it.

"Thank you."

He led me to the stand and started taking my measurements while Dad just watched silently.

Honestly, it was good to see him again, it's been a while and it made me happy that he still recognized me.

"So, who's the lucky lady?" He asked.

"Her name is Charlotte Garcia, a childhood friend."

"Hmm, that's nice."

I just nodded.

After a while, we were done and the suit would be delivered soon. It was a nice light grey three-piece suit. The base shirt was white and the rest was grey. It had a nice black bow tie and Oxford blue pocket squares. There was also a white flower pin to go next to the pocket.

"It suits you, and complements your eyes," Dad says quietly.

I look up at him, did he really think so?

"Really, you do," he says once again. He barely complements people, even me his own son, this means a lot.

After this, we got in the car and went back home. Once we arrived, I looked around the empty house, Charlotte still wasn't home and my grandparents were still at the office. It was almost dinner, they would be home soon.