By Chance, By Fate
“Don’t even start, Charlotte. You were the one throwing fuel on the fire in there. I asked you to stop, but no, you just *had* to escalate everything.”
Her lips curled into a sly, vindictive smile. “Maybe I should call your father—or mine—and tell them how poorly you’re treating me. I’m sure they’d love to hear about your behavior tonight.”
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “Blackmail now? Really?”
Charlotte tilted her head, her expression mockingly sweet. “It’s not blackmail, darling. It’s accountability. But sure, play the victim if it makes you feel better.”
The sleek black car that had been waiting for us came into view, its engine idling quietly. A chauffeur stepped out to open the do