Charlotte’s POV
I quickly made my way to the bathroom before anyone could see my tears. No matter how much I tried to hold them back, they just kept falling and falling, one after the other, like rain droplets pouring down a car windshield.
By the time I made it to the bathroom, my eye makeup was ruined and there were thick tracks down my cheeks where the tears had fallen.
“Pull it together, Charlotte,” I muttered, shaking my head as I grabbed a washcloth and dampened it under the sink faucet. I gently dabbed the warm, wet cloth against my face, smoothing out the parts that had gotten smudged. I removed my eyeshadow entirely, not bothering with trying to fix it.
I had just about gotten my face under control by the time one of the household staff poked her head into the room
