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Johnathon POV The tension in the shop was thick. Charlotte was indignantnt. Hysterical. Seething mad. Her mother was almost exactly the same. "What on earth is Grayson thinking, buying her clothes" Karen sniffed, looking at Charlotte bewildered "Is this revenge against you for taking Johnathon from her?" she asked. Huh? Why would that be revenge? "Charlotte?" I asked, turning to her as she continued to angrily rifle through racks of clothes without glancing at them "Who is Grayson to you?" "No one," Charlotte said touchily "There's nothing to worry about. I'm sure that Grayson was just being charitable" she added, glancing at her mother who looked unconvinced "he wouldn't go that far to hurt me." "Why would he want to hurt you in the first place?" I asked frustratedly "I know that was
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