Charlotte and Gloria were sharing a simple moment, enjoying a pizza and sipping their fruit cocktails. The atmosphere seemed relaxed, but Gloria kept getting carried away by her dark thoughts every time Charlotte lifted her glass to her lips. Behind her facade of a smile, a storm was raging.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte," she thought in silence, "but I will be Jacob's wife. Everything being planned right now is about my wedding with him, not yours. In a few hours, you will start screaming in pain, and the gate to the afterlife will open for you. I cannot let you take away what belongs to me."
Charlotte interrupted her dark reflections by asking her a question. Seeing that Gloria hadn't reacted, she had to touch her to get her attention.
— Huh? Yes, yes, what were you saying? Gloria replied, abruptly returning to reality.
Charlotte studied her, worried.
— Gloria, is everything okay? Is Samson mistreating you again?
Gloria averted her gaze, forcing a smile.