Margaret escorted Charlotte out. Despite Charlotte's inexperience, she remembered to thank Margaret and expressed her happiness for the day.
"The girls around here don't seem to like me much," she said. "I really want to get along with everyone, but it's so hard."
Just then, a senior boy approached, absentmindedly nodding at Margaret and grabbing Charlotte's arm urgently, his tone anxious and agitated. "Why haven't you replied to my letter? You didn't refuse me last time, did you?"
Margaret narrowed her eyes.
She knew this boy. They often crossed paths in economics class. But he... he was supposed to have a fiancée.
"I only said we could be friends!" Charlotte felt uneasy, desperately trying to free her hand from his grasp.
"What a joke. Just friends?" He scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke, "Friends who send you flowers every day, invite you to dinner? Are you trying to toy with me? No wonder you're from the Boston family..."
