CHAPTER 12

OWEN'S POV

I stared at Catherine in shock as my grip on Charlotte's hand tightened and I could feel her burning eyes on me. Why was she here?

“Mother? Why is she-” I was interrupted by my father's loud squeal as he rushed to the doorstep, pushing past Mom and Catherine. Are men allowed to make such noises? I was still confused about what was happening but at the same time relieved that my father stepped in.

“You must be Charlotte, you're so beautiful.” He said as he held her other hand in his since I refused to let go of her hand. He was beaming with joy and I felt bad for not doing this earlier. He smiled at me and it made me happy to see him smile because of something I did after a very long time.

“Come on in! We've been waiting and preparing for your arrival. Come. Beatrice! Get the table ready!” He extended his arm to her and even though she looked overwhelmed, she locked arms with my father and walked inside with him, as Rose followed her in.

“Mom? What just happened? How could