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❝𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞. 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓,❞

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| December 3rd, 1964 |

8:50 pm

Charlotte's POV

When the two best friends finished with the house, it was like from a movie. They even hung lights and wreathes on the outside of the house as well. On the two front doors hung massive wreaths with pinecones, holly, and winterberries on it. Inside the house, in the entrance behind the doors, was a small table, there sat the crystal candy bowl, filled with candy. There was garland and ribbon strewn about the perimeter of the room close to the ceiling, leading into the large living room. Each window had a lit candle in front of it, wax dripping down onto a small dish.

A regal Christmas tree was stood upright in the corner of the room near the fireplace. It was adorned with hundreds of ornaments and golden lights, a bright star on the top of the tree. Everywhere in the mansion had at least one decoration on display, making it appear to be a house made for Christmastime.

Ringo and Charlotte gazed at their handiwork, feeling proud of themselves for managing to decorate it perfectly to their standards.

"When John comes home he's gonna be impressed," He spoke, hands on his hips.

"Yeah," Charlotte agreed, mimicking Ringo's actions. "I have school tomorrow, I should get home,"

"Oh," Ringo mumbled, kicking his feet absentmindedly.

"I'll see you later," She hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek.

He grinned happily and returned the hug, waving goodbye as she stepped out of the house. As Charlotte was walking down the driveway, she saw a car approach her. She stepped out of the way as it rolled up, slowing to a stop in front of her.

John exited the car and shut the door behind him, tapping the roof of the car before watching it pull back out and drive off. He turned around and made eye contact with Charlotte, looking her over a few times before nodding to her curtly.

"Hey, what are ya doin' here?" John furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Oh, me and Ringo just got finished decorating for the party and I was just heading home," Charlotte gestured to the large mansion behind her.

"The party? Is the party happenin' at me house?" He retrieved his glasses from his pocket and flicked the arms out with one hand, putting them on his face.

"Uhmm yeah, ya said we could," Charlotte anticipated this.

"I did?" John looked at her with wide eyes, his glasses still on his face.

"Yeah, well I gotta get home, see you tomorrow," She started walking away from the man, but he reached out and grabbed her bicep, stopping her.

"I'll drive ya home," John offered, releasing his grip on her arm.

"Sure," Charlotte accepted, following John into his garage.

A blue Ferrari was parked in the garage, it was his first car and she's seen many photos of him inside of it (A/N: This is a 1965 car but I just wanted to push that a bit earlier so she had mode of transportation). Charlotte's jaw dropped and she took a lap around the vehicle, examining it carefully.