"I'll be here in fifteen minutes"
Charlotte had panicked on seeing the message pop up on her screen exactly fifteen minutes ago and she had been running around the mansion trying to make everywhere look prim and proper. She went upstairs to her bedroom, changed the sheets and laced it with roses and expensive perfumes. Her conscience pricked her immediately and she removed the roses and threw them in her wardrobe. She had gotten her divorce from Jon barely two weeks ago and here she was, lacing her bed with roses awaiting a stranger. That was something even Sheila wouldn't do. Frustrated by her over excitement, she scattered the bed she just made.
"I shouldn't be this excited. He might not come anyways", she repeated over and over again to herself.
