“Gosh, I saw something like that yesterday,” Angela said, eyes still glued to her phone. “It was trending in China, I think, and people were losing their minds. I didn't guess it was our own Charlotte ". Just then a knock echoed through the door. Angela hopped up to answer it. A woman in a crisp black blazer stood there, flanked by two assistants laden with garment bags and sleek makeup cases. “Emma… may I help you?” Angela asked. “We’re here for Charlotte,” the woman announced. “And you are…?” Angela pressed, one eyebrow arched. “We’ve been hired by Leo to get her ready.” Emma and I exchanged wide-eyed glances from the living room—we could hear every word. “Get *you* ready,” Emma whispered, nudging me with a mischievous grin. “Sure, sure—come in, she’s right here,” Angela said, stepping aside with dramatic flair. They swept inside, and the woman I assumed was in charge turned to us. “Which one of you is Charlotte, please?” “This is *your* Charlotte,” Emma declared, sweep
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