CHAPTER 8_Phone Call

“Are you ready?” Luther asked, leaning against the door and knocking.

Inside, Charlotte was struggling to zip up her gown.

“Almost,” she replied.

“Do you need the maids to help you?”

“No need.”

“Do you need my help then?”

There was silence before she replied, “Yes, I need help zipping up my dress. There is no more time to find something else.”

“You can if you want to.”

“I don’t want to be late.”

“No one would do anything to you if you were late.”

“Just because you will be there?”

She could hear him chuckle from outside, bringing a smile to her face.

“I am coming in now,” he announced.

She spun around to look at the door as he opened it and walked in, smiling and already dressed in a handsome suit.

“Are you planning to put the ladies at the meeting into a frenzy?” she teased, walking closer to him and turning her back.

“No, I am not dressed up for the ladies.”

The zipper was stuck in the middle, and he reached up to help her. When he was done, she breathed a sigh of relief, murmured a