Chapter Eighty-Two

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"What?!" Charlotte exclaimed, quickly dropping her phone to rush into the bathroom. She wasn't ready to see him. She had only woken up a few minutes ago and definitely couldn't have him see her like that. Again, the doorbell rang, Charlotte cursing under her breath. "Okay, stay calm," she said to herself, checking herself out in the mirror. She was dressed in a tank top with oversized joggers, her hair all over her shoulders. "Alright, let's do this." As quickly as she could, she turned on the tap and gave her face a quick wash. Then she grabbed a hair band, tied her hair up into a messy bun and threw the nearest hoodie she could find over her tank top and rushed out of her room. Hearing the doorbell ring again, she gave the living room quick touches. She straightened the throw pillows

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