With fresh purpose, Charlotte mimicked the girls and positioned herself incognito while her champagne glass glinted like a promise in the dimly lit room. That night, she was more than just an intruder who simply observed the events and secrets of others. She was a detective, a heroine who had dared to be alone in the darkness in order to fight for justice. And as she left from the numerous guests, the single intention in her head, she did not doubt herself even for a second.
In this sea of notable entities, Charlotte searches through her viewer's scope for one man: Alexander Stone. He was alone, off to the side of a grand piano, apprehensively positioned at the power and might of those around him. As if entitled to talk with the great, he audaciously employed magnetic charisma without turning his head. Everyone in his presence immediately stared at him, irrespective of whether one was standing or sitting.
Stone seemed to be a person completely in command of the situation, and his actions were smooth and purposeful. Standing tall and lean above the other people in the room, he looked authoritative with his plum-fitted suit drawn tight on his muscular structure. His hair was dark, slightly styled with every hair in its right place and staring back at the crowd was a pair of intense blue eyes.
Despite the merry-making setting, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous as she watched him across the room. This is what was intriguing in Stone; he had that charm that people could never resist being drawn to him, it was as if they were naturally pulled towards him. However, there was always something that seemed sinister and dangerous lurking in the background of this man's professionally courteous and conscientious exterior which caused a tingling of the spine in Charlotte.
Even though she felt that there was something very wrong in the whole scenario, Charlotte couldn't help shifting her glance at Stone. Sure enough, there was something about him. Some pull suitable for the big leagues which put him in a league of his own. Instead, she saw him engaging with other clients at the party and this made her realize that he was not simple and could be much more.
With each passing moment, the desire that burned deep within Charlotte grew stronger, and she became more determined to uncover the truth, which was a weapon more powerful than nuclear warheads. She realized that only getting close to Stone would uncover the truth concealed from the people surrounding him.
In her passage through the multicultural company of the guests, wits and lust peaked in her, as in a woman, like water of the sea. This was the moment she had been practicing, the top shelf of Stone's strategized and calculated schemes that she had been planning and observing for weeks. All these requirements pose some extra reasons for how she had to be diplomatic as well as strategic in her deliberation, since her influence was to be felt, but not too much.
The satisfied drawing of faces near Alexander Stone to indicate she was removing herself from their circle, in combination with the lift of her bust, revealed anxiety and a rising of spirits. This was not just another meeting. This meeting was the proof of what Charlotte was searching for, and she knew that this single instance would decide the course of her investigation.
It was evident to see that Charlotte had developed a script in her head and deliberately went through all her words before she would attempt to speak to Stone. It is therefore not surprising that she was very conscious of the fact that the manner in which she would deal with Stone was the very mission which was a success or a failure in her hands.
She saw that the beating of the heart grew louder; it was as if she heard it for the first time after perhaps only a few seconds had elapsed. It is rightly said that as time went on, it pressed harder and harder upon her like a ton of bricks on her shoulders, and it acted as a source of inspiration for her.
Nevertheless, the obscurity of despair was reflected in her eyes, but there was an element of optimism, vitality flowing in her blood stream. It was an opportunity for the truth, to understand what the character could not know for so many years, what mysteries were left unsolved.