Charlotte had never imagined she would end up somewhere like this.
Standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows of a luxury penthouse, with the city glittering beneath her like scattered diamonds, she almost felt as though she had stepped into someone else's life.
Or perhaps... into the life she was always meant to have.
Her fingers lightly traced the rim of the crystal glass in her hand as she took in the elegant apartment around her.
Everything about this place screamed wealth.
The marble countertops, the dim golden lighting, the expensive liquor arranged neatly on glass shelves, and the faint scent of something rich and masculine lingering in the air.
It was sophisticated. Untouchable.
The kind of place someone like Missy would probably fit into effortlessly.
But tonight, Charlotte was here instead.
The thought alone sent a quiet thrill through her chest.
Earlier that evening, she had only meant to excuse herself after the awkward tension in the ladies' room.
