*Charlotte*

Sylvia.

I’d been trying to put a name to that face for weeks now in my head. Imagine what she looked like, what she wore, and why Alexander was so in love with her. Standing in front of her now, I could see why.

She was beautiful.

Lithe and slender, she had the kind of figure any man would die over - a perfect hourglass as she stood in front of us in a light blue dress that hugged her curves without being ...