"She is a piece of art..."Madam LaRue's voice echoed as she walked alongside Charlotte, their hands clasped together, Wesley stirred from his slumber on the couch. He opened his eyes to behold a transformed Charlotte. It's been over an hour or two.
Wesley's face went blank as he stared at Charlotte. The girl in the hoodie was gone, replaced by a stunning beauty. Madam LaRue had worked her magic. Charlotte's blond hair was styled in a chic pixie bun, and the stones on her flowing, red strapless dinner gown sparkled under the light. Her waist was cinched, accentuating her perfect hourglass figure. She looked nothing short of a goddess.
Wesley cleared his throat, his eyes still fixed on Charlotte. "Hmm hmm," he murmured, glancing at his watch. Madam LaRue arched her left brow, seemingly taken aback by Wesley's lack of enthusiasm.
