Charlotte's Time Machine [COMPLETED]

The calm before the storm

''Mother, do you really think that what he said is true?'' Zoe questioned me as we walked our way back to Anastasia's house. My head was clouded with haunting malevolent thoughts. I feel as I can not understand anything anymore.

My heart was ripped out of my chest and the only one that can repair it, is the one who took it from me. Yet, she is nowhere to be found. The person who I thought would know and tell me, is saying things that are unimaginable, unreal, fantasies that can never be.

"I don't know, darling. It does not make any sense. Although with Charlotte, you really start questioning the truth." I looked over at Zoe, who was watching me with a sad pout in her lips. 

She knew I was devastated and torn to pieces. She is a smart girl and I think she now knows what Charlotte really means to me now.

I sighed with frustration before finally coming to view of the house. We walked silently to it, I had nothing else to say as my mind was preoccupied and Zoe respected that.

All I want now is to go home and never think about this again. It was a terrible idea to come here and try to find answers that no one seems to give.

We knocked on the door, waiting outside for Anastasia to open it for us. We waited for awhile, hearing rustling inside and frowned before the door flew open. A startled Anastasia stood there, her face was pale as if a ghost appeared in front of her. 

I raised my eyebrow in question which she smiled nervously at before, stepping back to let us in. "Why do you look sick?" Zoe asked as I walked in and she followed behind me. I sighed, taking of the coat I had on and placing it on the chair in front of me.

"No, tt-there's nothing wrong." Anastasia answered and I turned around with a deep frown on my face. What did she stutter?

I studied her as she was looking back and forth from me and the stack of hay on the corner. I watched as she tried to be subtle about it but doing an absolute horrible work at it.

There was something out of place; I turned to the stack of hay and noticed it was slightly moved away from the wall. I looked back at Anastasia who was fidgeting on her feet and nervously eyeing the object.

I turned back to the corner and watched the stack slightly move. I raised my eyebrow curiously. She has someone over? Is it her lover?

"You can come out, it's alright." I called out, wanting to meet whoever that person was, that Ana felt the need to hide him or her from me.

The person hesitated to come out and when they did and I was confused. A leg appeared and they stepped out of their hiding. I couldn't see their face because they had a hood on but when they pulled it off. I wanted to scream right then and there.

"Surprise!"

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"I'm not going to wear that." I spoke, shaking my head at the dress and crossing my arms on my chest. Olivia frowned and so did the designer next to her.

"Why not? This looks exactly like from the 1500's. Micheal spent weeks working on it." I shook my head still, not willing to give in. The designer, Michael, lowered his glasses slightly on his nose and gave me a ridiculous stare, that read 'Are you serious right now?'

"I love dresses, believe me; short dresses, long dresses, cocktail dresses, sundresses, moondresses-" I noticed Micheal mumble to himself with confusion as I went on with my rambling. ''-cloud dresses and all that bodgie shit.'' I paused and uncrossed my arms, lifting my index finger up. 

''But, I would never wear dresses like that again." I shrugged. It's final and they can't force me.

"Again?" They asked with unison, surprised at my revelation. I sighed, rubbing my face and feeling like an idiot for adding 'again' at the end of my sentence. Now, the curious cats want to know all about it.