Chapter 48

The spot I stand in seems to have become hot coals, as I look at the approaching figure that is Charlotte. She looks happy and unusually so, as her face is practically lit up with smiles.

She looks even prettier when she's smiling like that, and it doesn't seem a mystery to me anymore how Adrian managed to get himself involved with someone so fake. I use the word fake because that is exactly what I see about Charlotte right now, she seems so utterly fake that even the smile on her face looks too perfect. So perfect it feels like it has been plastered there, and she has worn it for years on end with perfect precision.

The way her dress also moves in accordance with each and every movement of her body, makes me know that I'm not up against some little brained eighteen year old.

I'm probably up against one of the most powerful women I might ever meet, someone powerful and deadly. I almost asked Adrian on the spot to give me a list of our weaknesses and the power that a family exactly holds in this place, but I refrain myself. If I was to do that, I would become exactly like the person standing in front of me, wearing the most charming smile I'd ever seen, and stretching a  hand out for a hand shake.

"I don't think we met on good enough terms last time, so I want to ask if we can have something of a makeover?". I can't get over the remorseful tone of her voice, there's nothing to settle the feeling and distinct smell of danger I feel coming off from her.

It's that sort of feeling that you feel when you are getting too close to a cauldron of hot flames, or when you are moving dangerously close to the poisonous animal. It's that sort of feeling that makes you know that this person cannot be trusted and for once I don't have to look to Adrian before I take my decision.

I politely keep my hands at my back and give her a little courtesy, "I'd also like to know you better" I say, raising my head up in a more dignified manner, "but as of right now my husband needs me".

Adrian quirks and eyebrow at this, and I can see the faint hint of a smile playing on his lips. Charlotte look turns ugly as she seems to be shaking from something that I cannot understand, "at least take the handshake?" she says, looking at me with bleeding eyes. it would be wrong to refuse an handshake wouldn't it?.

Especially when the person offering it to you is probably your worst enemy, it would seem rude to refuse such an antique, as it would be more of a public declaration of war.

I already have enough troubles compiled on my head to start thinking of what this might mean. it's a simple handshake isn't it?, it shouldn't even hot a hard one I say repeating myself once more.

it would be wrong to refuse a hand shake, wouldn't it.