The woman blinked slowly and then laughed bitterly to herself, she sank further in the chair and pulled on one of her curls. She picked underneath her finger and then let out a sigh.
"What a stupid mutt," she murmured to herself.
She pulled herself up, squeezed her eyes shut, she constantly told herself that blonde weakling;s words did not faze her but she could not ignore the unmistakable jerk in her hands when she heard the words.
'I will see it that you limp for the rest of your days,'
Another laugh escaped her lips, this time even more bereft of mirth. Her leg bounced up and down as she stared at the empty seat before her with narrowed eyes.
Oh how she despised the name Charlotte, it was such a gaudy name from gods knows where. It must have meant a lot to the General when she was grinning ear to ear when she said it would be her name from now on.
He had pressed his hands down on her shoulder and said, 'Charlotte is perfect, you look like a Charlotte. It fits you.'
