Forever Claimed

Part 8: The Lunch

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"Well how did that go?" 

"She'll cave sooner or later, just need to break that little spirit of hers." 

"I'm not sure if that's possible brother." 

"We'll see about that."

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I felt like I was on autopilot when I was getting ready. Shaken with his words and reminding where I was now. I wasn't seen as an equal, I was an accessory.

After getting out of the shower and making myself presentable, I put on a long emerald green dress that seemed appropriate for his standards. I walk out of the room to find a maid standing out waiting for me. 

She scared the shit out of me!

"Good Afternoon, please follow me to the Hall." She immediately turns around and walks to the right not introducing herself or looking back. Good talk lady, good talk. 

Not wanting to get lost, I followed her down the hallway and down extravagant stairs to find a giant room. I felt like I went back in time to the Victorian era, what would you even call this space? A foyer? No it's far to big and I don't think the front door is here. A foyer is where the entrance is right? -

"Charlotte?" Huh? What oh shit! She's talking to me.

"Yes? Sorry, was a little lost in thought -" I add looking back at the brown haired maid. She reminded me of a mouse, like a cute one. Not a nosy one.

Getting lost in thought again, she opens the doors to a grand hall with a chandelier and everything.

Of course they have a fucking chandelier, why the fuck not! Fucking pricks who -

I hear a cough bringing me out of my rant. Man I am really in my head today.

"Charlotte, please follow me to your seat," and older gentlemen, probably a butler, while extending his hand as I place mine in his hand ushering me over the the long dining room table. 

Does everyone just know my name or what? 

Making my way to them,  I finally spot the brutes and Meghan, Oh thank god she is here with me. 

I didn't even notice that everyone was already in the room, as the two brutes stand up. As Mr. Butler pulls out my chair looking up at me telling me I may sit down. 

So I walk around the chair and sit down helping him push back in my chair and I finally sigh in relief, okay that's over with. I didn't trip in front of them, yay!

Looking forward I'm met with Patrick's Hazel eyes and he sits back down looking over at Meghan. Why is she so far away from, it's like I need a walkie talkie to speak with her. 

Meghan finally breaks the silence, "You're looking beautiful Char," she smiles at me, trying to help me get myself out of my mind. She knows I panic and over think in certain situations, she's always been my rock. 

I give her a shy smile, "Thank you Meg, you're looking dashing as well." Adding a British accent, as I hope it lightens the mood on the situation. But alas, it doesn't because the Brute starts talking.