A

d them with frustration, but as the older brother,

med Albert, wheeling away fro

led to conceal the shame of entangling herself with two b

alked away. "Adam, wait. What's happening? Why

an. Albert halted me and inquired, "Why is Dylan holding ha

my trust. I believe Dylan is in a better position to ans

harlotte's mother filled my mind. I quic

ng," Charlo

this morning. Should we mee

suggeste

t 30 minutes. I'll pick you

ilbert, from their house. We headed to a

rding us with questions about my relationship with Charlotte. Another joined in, and before I knew it, we

to help usher the reporters away. In moments, the commotion subsided. Charlott

said with a warm smile, ac

for coffee and a sandwich. Turning to Mrs. Gilbert, I inquired, "And

a cough, then raised a question. "I hear you want to marry my daughter, Charlotte, i

ppeared a little bit shy. "No, ma'am, Dylan and I have that resolved," I said. She tried to cut in, but I c

fine," Mrs.

s still eating. I inquired, "Charlotte, w

efer to do so after our wedding tomorrow

e can drop off your mom at home and then

hastily finishing her sandwich.

ther at home, we drove to the jew

d. Charlotte tried it on but declined, opting for another with a diamond. "Let's go with this," she said. I

need to meet with your designer

engaged. As soon as Dylan noticed us, he approached us asking Charlotte, "Why have you

gazing into her eyes. "You know

but I gently took her hands. "Let's go inside; we have better things t

at-walking away from problems. You deserve

y condition , Dylan wouldn't recognize

esses awaited her. Charlotte's eyes lit up as she ran her fingers over the delic

ou like the

ions. I was careful not to be too critical, not wanting

by how stunning she looked. The fabric clung to her body in all t

ce me, I could see th

ice about her wedding dress,

into the passenger seat. Then, we pulled out of the parking l

Charlotte, and

g on?" she asked, her