Mastering Charlotte
I recognise the blond man she was with, in reception that first day I saw her.
So, not James then....
.... That's one less complication…
Standing to the rear, in the shadows behind the other watchers, I take in the detail.
Charlotte is stunningly turned-out. Her dress, when I look closely, is almost certainly chosen for the occasion. Swaying with her movements in a glittering fall of black, full-length, with a plunging neckline, halter-necked and, so far as I can see, held in place only by the halter fastenings. She's elaborately made-up, her eyes dark and smoky, her lips a dense scarlet.... Quite different from the demure young woman I interviewed the day before. A heavy collar of black sto
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