Charlotte's POV
I couldn't believe I felt so affected by the hot chef who showed up unannounced on my doorstep. It was still a mystery to me who paid for that advertisement in the newspaper if I only had money; I am sure I already went to the publication and complained I didn't pay for it, but I couldn't deny I felt so glad someone did it for my sake.
No matter how I squeezed my mind, I couldn't think of anyone else who would do something like that; It would be impossible if Lucia did it for me, she has no money too, and her child needed milk.
I hate myself for feeling so conscious that Jack Morigan was walking behind me as I climbed the grand staircase. I didn't want him to see me like this; I used to wear makeup since it made me feel confident, but who can think of putting lipstick and blush on when you are too hungry to make yourself beautiful?
