Happy reading, Sade xx

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(This chapter is dedicated to a special person who reminded me that I might not suck as much as I thought 💖)

ISABELLE tried her best to hold in the humongous smile that was threatening to come out. Her heart couldn't help but burst with excitement when she saw Nicolas walking in, arm hooked around none other than Charlotte.

She didn't know what changed between the two, a few day ago they were acting like stubborn 5 year olds but that clearly was not the case tonight.  Sure deep down her true intentions for hiring Charlotte was not only to look after her son and she knew that it was slightly wrong but she could not fight off the overwhelming giddiness she was feeling at the moment.

Suddenly she was reminded of the very first time she spotted Charlotte, it was at a meeting hosted by one of the members of the CWA, City Women's Association, tutoring one of the member's grandchildren. She was instantly drawn to this unfamiliar girl, her fresh face and warmth had an alluring aura, she did not introduce herself at that time but did make sure that she knew who Charlotte Stein was before she left.

NICOLAS was slightly taken aback, it seemed like Charlotte knew more people at the gala than he did and his family were hosting it! They were defiantly going to have a talk later on.

From the encounters that they've had so far he could tell that Charlotte certainly came from a higher social class than he initially expected, thinking that made him feel quite guilty actually. Talk about judging a book by its cover.

The woman standing before them, who Charlotte identified as 'Carol' was beaming. There was a genuine glint of excitement in her eyes and he could tell that it had been a while since the pair had met.

"Nicolas, Max; meet my sister, Caroline." She said with a hint of reluctance in her voice.

Nicolas was bemused at this. Clearly there was a resemblance between the two but he would have never guessed that they'd be sisters, cousin's maybe but definitely not sisters. It seemed that the siblings were in complete parallel. Caroline stood tall, a slender body with vivid blue eyes and short blonde hair. Definitely adopting the features of her mother.

Charlotte on the other hand was obviously shorter, even in her attempt to heighten herself with the heels she wore. Her figure much fuller, hair a deep blonde bordering on a light shade of brown colour, one would even label it as caramel hue and eyes a dark chocolate shade with wispy lashes lining them.

He tried his best to subtly compare the sisters, coming to his concussion much faster than he anticipated. He much preferred Charlotte. Not his usual type but there was just something about her that he was so drawn to and it heavily irked him.

No Nic stop it ! Remember who she is and that she's only here to do her job.

"Lottie," her sister shrieked before almost knocking Charlotte over in a tight hug, "its been so long !"

"Yes, yes it certainly has," said Greg in a creepy stage whisper.

Nicolas didn't know what it was but what he knew for sure was that he was undeniably not a fan of the way that Greg was currently eyeing Charlotte.

His Charlotte...

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Ooooh a lil insight into the wonderfully mischievous mind of Isabelle.

I know that this chapter is realllllly short but I'll soon be uploading the second part which I'm currently working on (while I'm supposed to be studying for my social psych exam tomorrow). I just figured that I'd update this to remind you that I'm still alive and actually working on this story !

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