Charlotte’s POV
I was in the middle of folding Nora’s clothes when someone knocked on the bedroom door.
“Come in,” I called out without looking up from the tiny sweater I was currently admiring.
The door opened. I heard the click of heels against the hardwood floor and knew immediately who it was without even having to see her face.
“Charlotte.” Sophia’s voice was sweeter than it usually was. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
I glanced up. She was holding a clipboard against her chest as she stood in the doorway, smiling at me. She’d been on her best behavior lately, but I knew it was all an act just to please Kieran.
“Do you need something?” I asked, setting aside the sweater and reaching for Nora’s favorite overalls.
She tapped the clipboard with her pen. “I want
