A/N: this chapter is dedicated to Monica_Povey. Thanks for the golden ticket.
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Charlotte stepped into the grand hall just as the last of the guests were making their way out. The glittering chandeliers cast a dim golden glow over the now almost empty hall. There were half-empty champagne glasses, scattered rose petals, littered everywhere.
She sighed in frustration. So much for witnessing the grand event. She had spent the entire evening lost in the labyrinthine halls of Halkhall central city hall, listening to the nonsense of that sniveling fool who couldn't even carry her properly. What was his name again? Leonard? No… Lincoln. Useless man.
But all annoyance faded the moment she spotted Alanis and Harlow standing together, their hands intertwined as they greeted the guest leaving. Anyone looking at them would see them as the perfect couple right now.