"Do you know if Cordelia is coming to the island?" Grayson asked Andrew, assuming he would know the whereabouts of the oldest Thorpe sister. Last he knew, Cordelia moved to London as well. But maybe he was wrong.
Andrew's brow puckered in confusion...
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Charlotte's prized possessions = her purses.
Grayson believed she inherited the obsession from her older sisters. They began their expensive collection by inheriting outdated purses from their mother, until they learned fashion themselves and they began to purchase those items on their own.
Three years separated Grayson form the person he thought he knew. However, it turned out, Charlotte was exactly the same girl that he once knew. Because as soon as they arrived at the eclectic sushi restaurant in an old reformed green house with trees growing through the floor and ceiling, Charlotte perched her purse on the edge of the table where it could be shown off to other patrons. Just like how she always used to.
And that very purse caught the eye of a few servers. Which caused them to whisper amongst themselves. Until a young male server with surfer blonde hair and broad shoulders approached the table with a smirk that irritated Grayson immediately.
Charlotte swallowed the bite of her sushi promptly once he arrived. He cleared his throat and angled his body in her direction, clearly showing his interest. "Hi, so sorry to bother you. I trust everything tastes okay?"
Charlotte smiled, cleaning her hands on the napkin in her lap. "Indeed, thank you for inquiring."
As soon as she opened her mouth and started speaking, the server tilted his head to listen better, his lips drawing up in a pleased smile. Grayson hid his amusement by shoving his mouth full of sushi and reclining in his seat.
Much like her purse, Charlotte's magnetism for other people hadn't changed either.
"Wow, your voice is amazing," he commented before he caught himself.
Charlotte giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, thank you."
"I mean," he cleared his throat again. "Not often we hear that accent around here."
Charlotte glanced at Grayson, including him kindly in the conversation. "Well you'll be hearing it more often. We stay on the island for the summer and this is our favorite restaurant."
Grayson shook his head. He could practically see the guy swooning. Before they all knew it, he'd be on his knees kissing the very ground she walked on. Grayson wished he could tell the poor dude that he wouldn't be the first or the last to fall at the feet of Charlotte Vendivere-Thorpe.
Finally, the awkward server smiled and nodded his head. "I'm happy to hear that. The reason I came over is actually because my friend loves your purse. And she was wondering where you got it."
Charlotte twisted her purse in her direction to look it over as if she wasn't sure what bag she chose that afternoon before they departed. "Oh, that's so cute. This is one of my favorite purses too! Unfortunately, I got it in Scotland, I believe."
