However, I found the conversation surprisingly refreshing. I got to think for myself for once and ponder about things I once considered luxuries.
But… hadn’t she come to me to talk about something important?
“Is something wrong, Maeve?” she asked, having noticed my mind was elsewhere.
“It’s just… you came all this way and I distracted you with talk of colors,” I said, feeling like I wasted her time because I brought up her dress.
Charlotte averted her eyes, fiddling with her fingers. “Well… to be honest, I didn't just come here to chat.”
I figured as much. “Okay…” I said slowly, prompting her to continue.
“I came here to ask you for a favor,” she admitted cautiously with a shy smile, only serving to increase the unease in the pit of my stomach. “Something that would mean the world to
