CHARLOTTEWe stepped into a hall with pastel pink walls and flowers painted in darker shades in the corners. The air smelled fresh, yet held a familiar scent I couldn’t quite place. Sonia started to walk towards the end of the hall, where a single white door stood. I followed her with cautious steps and stopped in my tracks as she placed her hand on the knob. “What am I doing?” I muttered. She turned around to look at me.A look of confusion crossed her features for a moment, then it was instantly replaced by understanding. She let go of the door and turned fully to face me. We stared at each other in silence, and then she smiled knowingly. “You’re scared you’re walking into something bad?” she asked.I shrugged in response and ran my hand through my hair, which had been in a messy bun all day. I lowered my gaze and stared at the robe for a minute. “I’ve had quite the day, and my life has taken a drastic turn the last few weeks, so forgive me if I don’t trust anything,” I stated, movi
CHARLOTTEI stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a lot better than I had in the last few days. Sonia had shown me around and exited the apartment to give me some time to myself, and I was grateful for the silence. I wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but taking a bath had helped to calm me. I still felt very confused about the entire ordeal, but I was certain I’d be more receptive to whatever information Thiago had to give.I walked to the bed and found a clothes bag lying on it, a note pinned to a black box placed beside it. “What’s this?” I said, picking up the box.I brought it close to my ear and shook it; the box made a faint rattling sound, which piqued my curiosity. I moved it in front of me and read the note:I’d be ready to answer your questions at dinner. Take all the time you need. Call Sonia when you’re ready.I looked around for a signature or anything to indicate who had signed the note or left the present, then chided myself for being ridiculous. There was only one person
CHARLOTTEI picked up my phone and glanced at the time. It had been half an hour since I spoke with Sonia and I felt like I was ready to go now. I put the phone down and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress accentuated my figure, and I loved how comfortable the material felt on my skin. If there was anything I prioritized regarding my fashion choices, it was comfort. It felt great to be out of that robe, which was a representation of everything I didn’t want to feel ever again.Sonia arrived at the apartment to pick me up, accompanied by two men who helped move my boxes into the living room. They offered to take them to the bedroom, but I insisted I’d handle it when we returned. As we drove through the city, I couldn’t have anticipated a rooftop dinner. But as she led me up the stairs and held the door open, I finally understood what she meant about the Mooze family’s traditions. They had a knack for ensuring everyone experienced a taste of luxury.“Call me when you’re rea
CHARLOTTEIf I told anyone that I was satisfied with Thiago’s explanation about the events of the previous evening, I’d be lying. I had listened to every word, and they seemed sincere, but I could tell something was missing. There was something he wasn’t telling me, and that left me frustrated. Perhaps I was biased, already inclined to mistrust him as I lay in bed the morning after, pondering our conversation.He started by explaining the connection his family has to The Hilton Hotel and how the attack, which included the collapse of the building, was orchestrated by a business rival who had proposed a deal to the Mooze family a few months ago. His family owned the hotel, amongst other ventures scattered throughout the city and other countries. Their influence could be traced back to days when the town had just started blooming, and they had done quite well for themselves over the years.Being heir to the family’s assets, he had been sent away to Europe to get a dual degree in law and
CHARLOTTEThe rest of the evening passed quickly, though it had been somewhat awkward. Despite the delicious platters prepared by the chefs, I could barely enjoy the food, as my thoughts were scattered. I had expected our conversation to bring clarity, but instead, each sentence from Thiago left me more uneasy. I longed to return to the apartment, to be alone with my thoughts.I needed to be alone with my thoughts and at some point in the conversation, when he added that the penthouse was his way of ensuring I was comfortable throughout my stay in the city and I could stay for as long as I wanted, I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. While it felt like a great offer, I was terrified I had walked out of a terrible situation into a volcanic eruption.Would I be able to sleep with both eyes closed, knowing that I may be attacked as a way to get to the Moozes? The assailants had gotten away and while Thiago assured me that his men and the authorities were doing everything possible to fin
CHARLOTTE“A peace offering? I didn’t think we left dinner on a bad note; the food was quite lovely,” I replied, gesturing to the sofa behind him. “Please, sit.”“Thank you.” He settled onto the couch, glancing at the bottle and glass I had placed on the table before his arrival. “Yeah, everything else was lovely, but it still felt like something was... off. So, I came here to offer these, but I see you’ve already found the stash...”I chuckled, easing onto the couch opposite him. “It seemed like a great way to distract myself from thoughts I’m trying not to pay attention to,” I admitted, catching his wistful smile.“I understand. That’s partly why I’m here,” he confessed, leaning forward.“While we’re on the subject of distractions, would you like to go to the beach with me this evening?”His offer caught me off guard, and I hesitated. “I... I’m not sure,” I began, but he raised a hand, halting me.“No need to decide now. I understand if it seems rushed. But know this: whatever happen
CHARLOTTEMy vision blurred as I struggled to open my eyes. The weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders, and my body ached terribly. I blinked in confusion and exhaled slowly before looking around. Gradually, my vision cleared, and I looked at the window. It was still shut, preventing me from seeing outside. I yearned to reach for the blinds and open them, but my body had a different plan. It wanted to stay right where it was. My joints ached at the slightest movement, and I decided to stay put for a while. In my seated position, I remembered Maria and chuckled, imagining her reaction if she could see me now.She’d alternate between worried and distraught, but at least I wouldn’t feel as lonely as I did, sitting in this apartment under such bizarre circumstances. I tried to focus on other things, but I didn’t have the luxury of having different experiences. Everything that had happened up until now had led to this point, so it was all I had to think about. I sighed, realizi
CHARLOTTE“Hi, Charlotte,” Thiago’s voice echoed through the speaker as soon as I picked up the phone. “How’re you doing?” He added, and I closed my eyes as my head started to throb harder. I moved the phone away from my ears for a bit. The sound of his voice directly streaming into my ears worsened the headache, so I put the call on the speaker and dropped the phone on the bed. I closed my eyes for a moment and exhaled.“I feel like crap,” I wanted to say, but decided against it. He didn’t need to know that, and I had no intention of giving anyone, especially him, any reason to fuss over me. I couldn’t tell him I had spent the entire day raiding the minibar, either. He’d seen the bottle of wine earlier, and that was enough; now wasn’t the time to make it a topic. “Hi, Thiago. I’ve been through worse,” I said instead, and he chuckled in response.“That’s one way to put it. Great to see you still have your sense of humor intact,” he replied, and I smiled wistfully.“It’s probably the o