Meanwhile…
'Three hours…' Hera was torn between awe and mortification at Charlotte. She had given this young lady three hours to process her emotions and to find the 'right' words for her to say. But it had been two hours and a half and all Charlotte had said was a bunch of nonsense.
Even Ram was a little concerned about Charlotte's mental state. The latter had spoken about many things. None of them were connected to why she was here and what she truly wanted from Hera.
"My mother owns private jets, but I never rode one. They look scary, I think," Charlotte continued as she finally managed to sit up on the other side of the backseat. Her hands were still bound. "Do I really look pale than normal? I was mistaken as a ghost not long ago."
Hera stared at Charlotte in confusion, not bothering to reply to the young lady. She heard enough bullshit from her.
