Serena was appalled at the notion, her mouth hung open and she lifted a concerned brow. "What?" she blurted.
Charlotte nodded, unfazed, and casually placed her fingers on her chin in mock contemplation. "Do you have bad hearing as well as bad memory?"
Serena swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She dropped her gaze to her hands, fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. This was absurd…ludicrous, even. She had to put her foot down. "No."
"No?" Charlotte echoed, raising a brow. Her voice dipped, honeyed with threat. "You misunderstand me. That wasn't an offer for you to say no. It was a command."
Serena folded her arms and shook her head. "And to that I say no. You can not ask that of me."
