Charlotte Sullivan Wynonna Earp の小説・ストーリー

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

Charlotte replied. "You are not from Willow Creek." It was not a question, but rather a statement he said aloud. Charlotte gave a slow nod. "Yes, that's right. I'm a historian. I travel to research older towns like Willow Creek and learn about their origins. My name's Charlotte Barnes."

Grandma Charlotte wrinkled her nose. He nodded once, tight-lipped. "Hm. She's talented, plus she's a long-time customer of my brand. Beautiful but snobby and mean. I like her talent—personality is trash." Safe to say, Grandma Charlotte couldn’t stand her. I knew of Danielle Holly Bermout. I’d seen a few of her movies, but not enough to understand how famous she really was. "So which of the ex-husbands or male escorts sired Claire?" Grandma Charlotte asked, deadpan.

Charlotte walked over nervously, whispering in her ear, "Mom, save me. I don't want to go to prison. I know I was wrong." Mrs. Garnett held her daughter's hand, patting the back of it. "Don't be afraid. That shameless girl kept trying to seduce James - it's understandable you lost control. Then that Wilson girl used you. How foolish you were! Why didn't you think to keep evidence!" Charlotte sat down fearfully, sipping the soup her mother made. She said helplessly, "What good would evidence do? She's Vivian Wilson - would Mr. Wilson ever let her go to prison? I'd just end up being the scapegoat again."