Charlotte's cheeks flushed as she turned to Damon. "You didn't even give me a chance to decide."
Damon chuckled. "I could see it in your eyes. You've already fallen for it."
Charlotte's eyes roamed the shelves, admiring the bags. But suddenly her eyes landed on a vintage bag displayed in the corner.
It was the old summer collection that she had owned years ago. The bag wasn't just beautiful, it brought back memories.
Charlotte slowly approached it, her fingers brushing the familiar leather. "I used to have one just like this," she murmured, almost to herself.
Damon wanted to ask what had happened, but he stopped himself. The answer was obvious, and the thought of Julian's control over her life made his blood boil.
"Julian sold it, didn't he?" Damon said in a soft tone.
Charlotte nodded slightly. "He needed more money for his business, so he sold all my bags."
