**Ashley POV**

Charlotte walked past us, and picked up a bucket of popcorn before settling herself on the gray couch-like seat.

We noticed her as she stuffed her mouth with popcorn, watching my makeup process.

She observed me from head to toe, and I'm sure she'll be thinking I'm an ancient Cinderella because of how I'm dressed.

She always complains that I'm just like her pain-in-the-ass sisters, and I'm among the Cinderella doll girls. Though she couldn't remember much about who they were since she's suffering from memory loss.

I averted my eyes from her to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the snow descending outside, covering everything in snow.

It's winter...