Third Person POV
Charlotte moved to Frostheart Mansion in October, two months after her parent's death and her retreat from the world.
It's now December.
Every day, Charlotte wakes up, and Donatella helps her with her morning routine. Her balcony has been transformed into a private sanctuary, featuring a dining area with four chairs, a swing sofa, a mini library, and an abundance of plants. Her dogs stay by her side, with their beds placed nearby.
Each morning, she has her breakfast and attends private classes with her professor from Oxford University. She was admitted under the name Charlotte Whist Frostheart, having changed her surname. Due to her condition, she is being homeschooled. At noon, she has her lunch. She still doesn't speak, communicating only by writing on her tablet. She doesn't smile either.
In the afternoon, she creates digital paintings. Then she takes a quick nap, though sometimes she sleeps longer because of her medication. When she wakes up, she has coffee and reads, immersing herself in her books until dinner. After dinner, she follows her night routine and goes to bed.
It's snowing. Charlotte is wrapped in a white and pink fur jacket and a pink knit blanket. While working on her digital painting, she hears laughter and screams coming from the Carter Mansion. Curious, she looks across her balcony but can't see anything. The Carters' mansion, with its large balcony facing hers, catches her attention. Suddenly, she spots a man standing on the balcony. He is well-built, with green eyes, brown hair streaked with gold, and a slight tan. He stares at her intensely, catching her off guard. Just then, Alfred arrives with her medication. She takes it, and when she looks back at the balcony, the man is gone.
"Maybe someone visited the Carters' mansion?" Charlotte wonders.
She returns to her painting.
Suddenly, she feels sleepy. She puts down her iPad and presses a switch, which extends the swing to accommodate her legs.
She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Later...
A man stands on Charlotte's balcony, watching her sleep. He gently brushes a strand of hair from her face before disappearing into the darkness.