Savannah could see from the telltale look in Charlotte's eyes that she liked Dylan. She was quite uncomfortable at this thought, but she repressed her emotion.
"Remember this girl, Dylan?" Lionel smiled.
"Of course. The daughter of Ethan Rowe, the apple of your parents' eye." Dylan quirked up the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, the naughty little girl who ran after you when she was a child," Lionel added.
Charlotte curled her lips and hit her brother with her shoulder gently. "Lionel! I don't think I was always pestering Dylan," she said sweetly.
"No? I remember that whenever Dylan came to his mother's house in Chicago, you would come to find him. One day Dylan was so busy that he asked Butler Curtis to send you back, and you cried all day..." Lionel laughed.
"Lionel! You've had enough, I didn't..." Charlotte stamped her feet in a cute way. It was obvious that she had always been spoiled by everyone.
