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Charlotte
Same fake people. Same stupid crowd. Same uninteresting men that I’ve
known all my life.
“Isn’t it?” a voice says.
Huh?
I drag my eyes back to the man standing in front of me. For the life of me,
I can’t remember his name, although I’m quite sure I should know it. He
always tries his very best to impress me every time I run into him at one of
these family events.
Which is often.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you. What did you say?”
“I said it’s great to get to know you better.” He smiles and tries to turn on
his charm.
I smile awkwardly. “Yes. Yes, it is.” My eyes roam up and down him.
He’s nice enough, I suppose. Tall, dark, handsome and has all the factors that
should excite me… but don’t.
I’m so utterly bored, as if I’m a stranger standing on the outskirts looking
in at all the beautiful people around me. And I know I shouldn’t feel that
way, because according to society, I’m one of those beautiful people.
“And then I went to Harvard to study Law and graduated with honours, of
course,” the dull voice drones on.
I smile on cue and gaze around the room, doing anything to escape this
boring conversation. I exhale heavily as my mind wanders. The wedding
reception is beautiful—straight out of a storybook. It’s in an exotic location,
there are fairy lights everywhere, lots of stunning fashion to admire, and
anyone who is anyone is here.
Why doesn’t this guy interest me? Nobody seems to anymore, and I’ve no
idea what’s wrong with me.
I widen my eyes at my friend who is standing at the other side of the hall,
silently calling for help. Thankfully, she takes the hint and walks over
immediately.
“Charlotte.” She smiles as she kisses my cheeks. “I’ve been looking all
over for you.” She turns her smile over to the poor man in front of me. “Can I
steal her for a moment, please?”
His face falls and he purses his lips, nodding begrudgingly. “Of course.”
I give him a small wave and link my arm through my friend’s. We walk
towards the hall.
“Thank God for that,” I mutter under my breath.
“One of these days I’m not going to save you. He was all kinds of cute.”
She tuts as she grabs two glasses of champagne from a passing tray. I smile
and take my glass from her, and then we stand just out of view of the man we
escaped.
Lara is one of my closest friends. Our fathers have been best friends since
childhood, so we kind of inherited each other by default. She’s like a sister to
me. Our families mix in the same social circles and we’re at a lot of functions
together. I don’t get to see her as much as I would like to as she lives in
Cambridge now.
Then we have Elizabeth, our other friend. Elizabeth is the complete
opposite of us. We met her at school where she attended through a
scholarship. Her parents don’t have money but boy, does Elizabeth know
how to have fun without it. She’s wild, carefree and has grown up without the
social restraints that Lara and I have. She can date whoever she wants,
nobody is after her money and nobody judges her. To be honest, I’m not sure
that anybody judges Lara or me either, but our fathers are both very wealthy
men, and with that privilege comes the responsibility of upholding the
family’s name and reputation. Both Lara and I would give our right arm to
live the life Elizabeth has. Elizabeth—or Beth, as we call her—lives in
London and is hopelessly in love with the idea of being in love. Although she
can’t seem to find the right man, she’s having a whale of a time looking.
Me, however… Well, I’ve never really been interested in love. After my
mother died unexpectedly in a car accident when I was eighteen, grief took
over. My father and two brothers suffocated me in the name of protection. I
went to school, hung with my girls, and regrouped for a few years. Somehow,
time slipped away so quickly, and now here I am at the ripe old age of
twenty-four and I’ve had hardly any experience with men at all.
“Oh, he’s lovely,” Lara whispers from behind her wineglass.
I look over and see a tall man with dark hair standing in the corner.
“Aren’t you seeing someone?” I ask Lara.
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