Stone seemed to be in better condition than Vincent, however, she wasn't able to read the man at all. If she thought Vincent was bad, Stone was considerably a harder challenge.
It was surprising to admit that all the time that she and Vincent spent together may have been a good thing on her part since they were able to work together non-verbally at some points.
That made being together a lot more efficient and less tiring than it had been before when he was in a mood swing after being put on a case that was only screwing him over.
There were a lot of loose ends to the cases that drove Charlotte insane, but she was getting the feeling that most always ended up staying that way.
The rest of the tour was uneventful, but she loved to poke her head in the rooms curiously. Overall, the cabin house was very pretty, and it was a lovely place for them to spend their time. It just made Charlotte think of when their bubble would burst from the onslaught of attacks from those hunting them.
They concluded their tour with sarcastic remarks from Lucia rousing a laugh from Charlotte since no matter how tired Lucia seemed, she kept on fighting back. It was a good instinct on Lucia's part, so Charlotte didn't want to chide, looking out for her to see the moments when she did need help reeling in.
But it could be applied to all of them. Due to the close proximity, the stark contrast between each of their personalities was starting to clash. They all needed to calm their nerves, but Charlotte also got the gist that the vampires were always jerks.
The snarking was something she had to get used to, especially after sticking next to Vincent for a while now.
Lucia sat down on a wooden stool stationed on the island while Charlotte started making dinner. She was surprised that Lucia was keeping her company, but she wasn't complaining. The vampires went off somewhere to do more of their secretive talking, but the food wasn't going to wait. It wasn't like they were going to eat anyway.
But if she was cooking, she would make Vincent eat. Since she saw him eat human food once back when they very first met. It was clear that vampires didn't need it, but if it didn't taste bad or hurt, there should be no problem. If there were to be, Vincent would have already voiced it to her.
"This feels very domestic," Lucia drawled.
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "I'm glad I'm entertaining your delusions."
"What can I say," Lucia said as she lifted my shoulder. "It's my first time being surrounded by so many lights inside a home while there is still sunlight out."
Charlotte started to mix the salad dressing. "Hmm, how is it?"
"I'm surprised you're not all blind."
Snickering out a laugh, Charlotte dipped a small spoon into the bowl to taste the sweet and savory sauce. "You'll get used to it. Just wait until you see the Centennial Center."
"Yes, yes," Lucia waved her off. "You keep on talking about it."
"It's beautiful," Charlotte retorted. "I think you would enjoy it."
Charlotte did want to expand on that notion because Lucia would definitely not like the locals there, but a win was a win. It was pretty enough to not look at the people there, but rather the scenery and activities to do.
The locals in the Centennial Center were the most wealthy and those with the most power. Well-known names present, yet never seen.
Lots of actors and actresses caught a lot of attention when visitors went there, and Charlotte remembered the last time that she was there with her mother and grandmother, she didn't realize how busy the whole city center was. In reality, there really were way too many things that occurred at the same time, it was hard to digest.
However, it was truly a place that couldn't be missed. In every way full of grace and beauty that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. People paid a lot of money to be in such a busy lifestyle, so Charlotte didn't want to knock it. Everyone lived different lives, she couldn't see the world in the same way again.
Charlotte sliced up the tomatoes carefully to add to her garden salad with her favorite sauce that she perfected over the years, courtesy of her grandmother.
She preferred sweeter salads, so the food would be to her taste. Charlotte was confident that everything that she made would taste good regardless of whether she preferred it or not.
Wiping her hands on her white apron, she plated the rest of the dishes. Luckily, she and Lucia had time to clean up and shower before coming back down the stairs clothed in the fresh style Sonya gifted and finally scenting fresh from the grime and gore that had dried on their skin over the last few days.