Berkshire...
Charlotte stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last button on her blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she quickly steadied them.
She didn't want to admit it, but the past three days had been harder than she thought. She hadn't heard from Ethan. Not a single call. Not even a text.
She had seen the press conference, of course. His face had been all over the media.
Every news outlet was talking about him—his charisma, his intelligence, his confidence. It was as if he had moved on effortlessly, throwing himself into work and his public image.
And yet, here she was. Stuck in the past.
"No, It's none of my business anymore."
Charlotte exhaled sharply and shook her head. She reached for her purse and took one last look in the mirror before heading out.
"Grandma, I'm going out," she called as she stepped into the living room.
Mrs. Williams looked up from her knitting, concern flickering in her eyes. "Where to, dear?"
"Just… out. I won't be long."
