“ My Cupcake! I am sorry for being late. Did you miss Dad?”
Charlotte gasps awake as the wind blows by her face. While hyperventilating, she is trying to recall the voice of her dream. Who called her Cupcake? Who was late? She questions herself while feeling the scorching hot beneath her skin. She rubs, groan in silent paint.
“ Charlotte! Don't rub your skin!” She flinches when someone shouted, stopping her to rub her skin. She looks at herself. Her entire body is red because of rashes. She looks confused, glancing at her best friend who is holding her hand with concern..
“ What's wrong with me? Why am I here?” She is lying down on her bed in Edward's Villa.
“ You fainted and Edward brought you here. I was there to attend the wedding as well since my parents forced me. I think It was
