Truth behind the photo

“Cupcake, I’m so sorry for being late. Did you miss Dad?”

Charlotte gasps awake as the wind brushes against her face. She starts hyperventilating, trying desperately to recall the voice from her dream. Who called her Cupcake? Who was late? She questions herself while feeling the scorching heat beneath her skin. She rubs at it and groans in silent pain.

“Charlotte! Don’t rub your skin!” A shout makes her flinch, halting her movements. She looks down at herself, realizing her entire body is red with rashes. Confused, she glances up at her best friend, who is holding her hand with concern.

“What’s wrong with me? Why am I here?” she asks, lying down on her bed in Edward’s villa.

“You fainted, and Edward brought you here. I was at the wedding too, thanks to my parents forcing me to go. I think it was for the best.” Sandra places a wet tissue on Charlotte’s hand, pressing it lightly. “Anyway, Charlotte, what did you eat today?”

She asks with a serious tone. Charlotte tilts her head, sti