20. Feerless and free minded

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Charlotte's Pov

After the little interrogation that Hugo did during the entire drive back down to Monaco, he dropped me to Charles apartment.

I waited 5 minutes in front of the apartment door contemplating if go inside or go back to my house.
I kept staring at the keys that Charles gave me and it still so weird, it happened so fast and it seems like we skipped so steps but since we are friends since childhood I feel we already passed those steps years ago.

It's so strange being inside his apartment without him. It's like I'm invading a piece of you because at the end the place we live it reflect our being.
Charles place is so minimalistic and tidy even if I find some T-shirts to put into the washing machine and some dishes to wash but even those are placed so tidally into the sink.

I decide to spend the rest of my morning by washing his clothes and putting in the drier meanwhile I quickly wash the plates and put it in the dishwasher.
I vacuum the floor a bit while I daydream about what just has and imagining what will be once we get back to Monaco.
To be honest, I can't wait. I can't wait to live him at his 100% without breaking ourselves.

At the right time I leave Charles apartment not fully happy about it.

I love his apartment but I need to go to pick up my sister at her school.

Once she spots our car she says goodbye to her bestie hugging her and giving her kisses on the cheek. Right after she starts to walk towards me not really happy about seeing me on our car.

"Hey!" I say trying to play the lovey dovey.
She closes her car door not really gently and instead of putting the seatbelt on she turns in my way with her lips in a frown.
"I'm waiting ." she says and I look at her innocently.
"I'm sorry, I really needed the car." I say letting out a breathe.

She doesn't seems to be softened my my excuses.
"I'm waiting for a valid explanation of why you didn't told me that you was going to borrow the car in the middle of the night and not show up in the morning making me lie to our parents." she says pretty annoyed crossing her arms to her chest.
She's cute even when she's this mad.

How do I tell her? How do I tell what happened with Charles?

My heart starts to speed when I even just think of his name.

I don't really think of a right sentence but I let it go.
"I went to Charles house and I kissed him a and he kissed me back than we cuddled and he invited me to go to Australia." I explain in one  breathe.
Her eyebrows hits the roof and her moth opens at the word kiss.
"You what?!" she asks disbelief almost in a whisper like she's afraid to sound ridiculous.
"We kissed." I tell her.
She places a hand over mince and it squeezes it a bit.
"I want every detail." she says.
"I'll explain you when we're at Marta's." I say and then she calm down.
"Oh she already knows?" she asks pretty hurt by it.
"Not much so I'll explain both of you." I say reassuring her.

So when we get there I make Martha hit her jaw on the floor and I tell them about the kiss, about Australia and the airport drive and the key of his apartment .

"Oh wow. Finally!" Marta says hugging me.

It makes me so happy that they are supporting our thing even if they know so well Gaia.
"We all been waiting for this. So are you two officially dating now?" Riccardo asks with a smile on his lips and curious face expression.
"Mmm not really. He asked me to gt to the Australian GP and surely I will not be invisible to the paparazzi and the press... We still have to discuss about what he will eventually say if a question like that would be asked to him." I explain paling with my rings kinda anxious about that whole contest. I'm an introvert and I'm not really good at social events.
"Cha you can borrow the car other 30 times if you come to me fearless and free minded." my sister says so mindblowed about my actions and my storytelling. She hugs me from the side and I hug her back knowing how her suggestions and advices really haled me to go out my bubble.
I would be so lost without her even if she's the little one of the entire house.

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