Just like any drunk person you encounter in novels and series after a wasted night, Charlotte Austin woke up in a room different from her usual one and... with a little throbbing head.
This is a hangover for sure, but thankfully Charlotte's is mild, and she does not feel like puking at all.
Obviously, it is not her condo, so Charlotte tried to look at the interior of the room she's in and saw nothing but a study table, a few small boxes, and a bed, where she sleeps.
The room does not look like a proper room at all, it looks like a place where construction is still going on. It does not have much furniture, the walls are not even painted, and it smells like cement.
It does have working air conditioning, though.
If she doesn't know any better, she'll panic and cry instanly, as walking up in an unfamiliar place is not her thing, but she remembered what she did last night and who she was with.
She's with Engfa Waraha and she also remembers that she did not bring her bag with her, which her phone is in.
Her friends are worried for sure.
She thought Engfa brought her back to her condo, but she guessed the actress did not.
So Charlotte will just assume. She thinks this is Engfa's house and if not? Maybe Engfa decided to sell her to some unknown people for human trafficking, or maybe Charlotte was just hallucinating, and all this time, that someone she danced with last night was not really Engfa Waraha, it was someone else?
Did she just sleep with some stranger? Charlotte bit her lower lips at that scary thought.
She hopes what she thinks first is the reality of what is happening. Charlotte remembered that it was broadcast last month that the Engfa Waraha is building another house, but no one knows where it is located, not publicly.
She's still wearing the dress she had last night. That's a relief.
Charlotte fixes the bed and herself, she combs her hair using her hands and touches her side of the mouth, scared that she drolls while sleeping.
Out of curiosity, she went to some of the boxes that she saw lying on the floor.
Charlotte saw some teddy bears and a bunch of letters addressed to the superstar. She thinks those are love letters because they have heart stickers all over them.
It is really made of love.
Charlotte smiled, it is indeed Engfa's place. She is glad about the realization that she's in this house.
Those boxes, If it is from the fans, Charlotte felt happy because Engfa Waraha is keeping them, just as Charlotte is keeping hers, even if it is only a few, but it does count.
It gives her assurance and encouragement that she can make it as a star, and now it is finally happening.
Charlotte decided not to read any of it, as it is private, and she just proceeded to the next box.
She just wanted to take a look and see the things that a superstar usually receives from the people who love them.
Well, the next box Charlotte opened, she did not expect the contents of it.
She did all this out of curiosity, and also because something from those red boxes is attracting Charlotte's attention, like something is telling her to open it, and now she sees things that maybe she is not supposed to see at all.
Inside the box are old highschool photos of Engfa Waraha and a very beautiful girl.
They looked so good together, and the two of them look so happy.
"What do you think you are doing?" Engfa, looking intimidating in the door frame, said it to Charlotte.
Out of shock, Charlotte accidentally released the photos from her hand, and they scattered all over the floor.
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on a ride | englot | hiatus
Fanfic"Girls Love has become well-known in the entertainment industry. It is time I finally take the representation on screen and make one with me," Engfa is an award-winning singer, dancer, model, and actress. She prides herself as a member of the LGBTQ+...
