Two hours later, a black sports car glided into The Blair Estate. The guards at the gate bowed their heads as it passed.
The car eased to a stop, and the door swung open. Anthony stepped out first, his navy suit sharp and perfectly fitted, every inch of him commanding attention. His face was striking, not a single flaw in sight.
“Anthony.” The guards greeted him with respect.
He nodded at them, then leaned back into the car. The chill in his eyes faded away as he looked inside, replaced by a warmth only she ever saw.
“We’re here,” he said softly.
He reached in, gently smoothed her hair, then took her hand and led her toward the main hall.
They’d barely made it inside when Lavinia, all bright smiles, hurried over. She brushed right past Matthew, who trailed behind her, and wrapped Charlotte in a quick hug. “Lottie, you made it!”
“Lavinia.” Charlotte nodded politely, trying to pull her hand free from Anthony’s grip, but he only held on tighter.
Lavinia caught the look and raised an eyebrow. “Relax, Anthony. I’m not going to steal her.”
He grinned, not the least bit embarrassed. “What can I say? I’ve only got one girlfriend. I don’t want to lose her.” At last, he let go. “I’m going to change. I’ll be back soon.”
His mother could talk for hours. Only his dad seemed able to handle it.
Charlotte smiled and nodded, feeling more comfortable with Lavinia already.
“Come on, your grandmother’s waiting in the side room,” Lavinia said, her smile lighting up the room. She linked arms with Charlotte and walked with her, giving her a quick once-over. “You look so much thinner. Has Anthony not been taking care of you?”

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