Charlotte twirled her fingers together, lowering her head as warmth spread across her face. "You're really spoiling me today, but in return, you have to see me looking all messy like this."
She let out a small sigh, pressing her fingers against her cheeks. "I didn't even get the chance to take off my makeup. I probably look so ugly right now. I'm sorry … you must be disgusted."
The moment those words left her lips, the car suddenly jerked to a stop on the side of the road.
Charlotte gasped, gripping the seatbelt as she turned to Damon. "What the—"
"What did you just say?" His voice was calm, but the underlying sharpness sent a shiver down her spine. His hands were still gripping the wheel, knuckles tense. He wasn't just surprised—he was angry.
Charlotte hesitated, startled by his sudden question. "M-My makeup … it makes me look older, right?"
