Charlotte POVI didn’t move when I saw her. Cecilia… here? She looked… the same.She was as usual, perfectly put together, with her hair in place and her outfit stunning. “Charlotte.”Her voice was smooth, a small smile playing on her lips. Margaret stepped forward from behind me, the shock clear in her eyes. She could feel the tension bubbling up in the room, ready to spark out. “Cecilia came to see you,” she said gently.“I can see that,” I replied, my voice quieter than I intended. Cecilia’s lips curved even wider. “Nice to see you too, sister..,” she said.Her tone was sharp, and not a trace of warmth under it. I stepped off the last stair, moving a little closer to her, but not too much. I did well to keep the space between us.I needed it.“What are you doing here?” I asked.Straight to it. I didn't have time for the fake pleasantries. Margaret glanced between us quickly. “Let’s sit,” she said, already gesturing toward the couch. “There’s no need to stand like this.”
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