••• Charlotte’s POV •••

Five days later…

“Urgghhh…” I tugged at the skirt of my gown. Today was the day of the banquet my Dad had prepared for me, and I was dressed in a beautiful dark purple gown with a sweetheart neckline that showed off my cleavage nicely and which literally had diamonds scattered all over the skirt.

Not that I didn't like wearing dresses. On the contrary, I loved it! But not this type of ball gown with a wide skirt. It looked good, especially when I twirled and the diamonds glittered like stars, but it was hard to move in. I had to practically lift the skirt...