Charlotte's POV
The way Colton was watching made my cheeks turn crimson again. I lightly brushed my hair away from my face, careful enough not to mess up with the hairstyle.
Lana had spent so much time meticulously curling it. She will have my head if I return home looking like I had just been in a wrestling show.
"Charlotte," He said, his eyes scanning my face and then traveling down to take in what I was wearing, "You look- You look stunning," He declared as if he was at a loss for words.
I smiled at him, "I could say the same to you," I said, taking in the Italian suit tailored just for him. Then again, Colton could wear a simple t-shirt and still manage to look like he had just walked out from a celebrity magazine shoot.
He walked over to me, still appearing to be in a daze. Was
