By Chance, By Fate
Charlotte said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "how *dare* you speak to Alex like that? Do you have any idea who he is?"
Queen Ingrid’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "And who are you to question me, Charlotte?"
Charlotte crossed her arms, her emerald-green dress shimmering under the chandeliers. "I’m someone who knows that Alex is the president’s son. And if you think you can just throw your weight around and humiliate him like this, you’re sorely mistaken."
"Charlotte, stop," I said quietly, but she ignored me completely.
"Frankly, Your Majesty," she continued, her voice rising, "if anyone’s causing a scandal tonight, it’s you. Do you realize how you sound right now? Yelling at Alex, of all p