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❝𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘. 𝕿𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝕿𝖔 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑,❞

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(A/N: This chapter will continuously switch POVs, I apologize XD)

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| March 25th, 1963 |

George's POV

"What happened?" John's voice cut through the silence.

"I'll tell you later we need to find her," George rushed, following her path down the stairs.

John and Paul shrugged at each other and accompanied George. They sprinted into the ballroom, where the party continued. Once they stepped inside, they quickly slowed their pace and made their way to Ringo.

"Have ya seen her?" George looked around eagerly.

"Who?"

"Lotti, have ya seen, Lotti?" Paul calmly asked Ringo.

"Not recently, no," Ringo was too preoccupied with dancing repulsively to make eye contact.

George sighed, disappointed that Charlotte's closest friend didn't know her location.

John and Paul led him to the side of the room again and began thinking.

"We need to spread out," George wore a stern expression, deep in thought.

"Where do we look?"

Unfortunately, the three men didn't know the places she hung out at or socialized at. So all the leads that they had were Ringo and Isabel. Ringo didn't know where she was, but there's a possibility that he knows where she could be.

George stepped forward and glided across the ample space towards Ringo. The drummer had taken a break from bobbing his head and flailing his arms for a glass of water.

"Hey, Rings," George greeted Ringo.

"Hey, ave' ye found her yet?" Ringo set the glass down and gave George his full attention.

"Nah, I was hopin' ya might have an idea where she might be,"

"Hmm, maybe," He shrugged in response, earning a small groan that unintentionally escaped George's lips.

They stood there idly for a few minutes.

"Spit it out then," George snapped.

"OH, oh sorry. Lotti might either be at er' flat, walkin' around the sidewalk, or somewhere peaceful,"

"That's helpful," Sarcasm dripped from George's mouth as he scoffed.

"No problem, mate, glad to help," Ringo was unaware of George's sarcastic tone and his irritated face, so he pranced away to continue 'dancing.'