Leathan would be arriving, and she couldn't bear to not appear the epitome of ease and successful transition. However hard she had to work to achieve it.
She had been asked by a house elf whether the wizard attending was of great importance to her, her behavior leant such a conclusion, after all, she assumed. She had paused in response, somehow unable to retrieve much emotion past the more present anxiety weighing on her mind. She had been numb for two weeks since her arrival at the Dupree family manor, throwing herself into society and planning events and galas and soirees, that she had not allowed herself time to think on it. What had happened. Why she was back home.
Emotion, for the first time in her life, was a distant memory to her.
Choosing not to answer the question, Charlotte had dressed herself in the vistage of elegance and ease, the three strands of pearls chosen to accent the black dress she wore decided upon with careful deliberation for the greatest look of tranquility. She needed for him to accept she was better here, as she knew herself to be certain.
At the doorbell and the murmurs from the butler opening the door, Charlotte stared out the window, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the windowsill when she heard the door creak open.




