First night of honeymoon

“Ms. Charlotte! Here is your coffee,” the room service attendant announces as Charlotte receives the coffee from him.

Holding the two cups, Charlotte walks towards the door of their suite. Just then, Edward, having recently emerged from the bathroom, approaches her and softly calls her name. “Charlotte! Why are you standing there?”

“Oh! It’s our coffee. Are you done?” Charlotte asks, her eyes softening as she notices Edward’s damp hair and the droplets still clinging to his skin.

He hums in response, hugging her legs tightly. “You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair. Let’s get you warmed up,” she says gently, turning his wheelchair around and guiding him towards the dressing table. “Here’s your coffee. Drink it. It’ll help you warm up.”

Edward takes a sip of the coffee, savoring the warmth. Despite Charlotte’s concern, he doesn’t actually feel cold; the room temperature is perfectly fine.

“You know, I ran into Rachel earlier,” Charlotte mentions as she begins drying Edward