Charlotte stared at the side of my face while I found her something to wear. I couldn't pinpoint her thoughts like I wanted, but after several minutes, I sighed and turned to face her.

“What are you looking at?” I asked bluntly.

She chuckled and fiddled with the hem of her T-shirt. “I’m just sorry that all of this happened between us. I’m sorry I asked you to go to the auction and it led to all of this."

“I’m not sorry,” I said, lifting my chin. "My opinion ...