BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
But… why is my name up there?
“Charlotte!”
My heart lurched. I spun toward Emma.
“Why did you call me like that? You scared me.”
She thrust her phone at me. The screen showed an international news report, paused mid-broadcast.
“Okay, all the Charlottes in the world are getting anxious,” the male anchor said, eyebrows raised. “Every major news outlet across the globe is confirming it: a massive drone-and-fireworks spectacle that clearly spells out *Charlotte, I love you*. It appeared in capital cities at nights , different time zones, and tonight—this evening—we’re seeing it right here over New York City in the United States. We’re meant to believe someone is confessing his—or her—love in eve