She was nervous. The make-up artist Rachel had hired already yelled at her for fussing and crying after reading Nate’s note and listening to his Mix CD. It was perfect, it was so...Nate and it was why she liked him so much. Manicured hands settled on top of the gift she had for him as she looked out the window of the ‘fancy’ car Nate had gotten for her. “I’m getting married today.” She announced to the driver who simply chuckled. Maybe he could sense how nervous she was. She couldn’t quite help it. Charlie had been waiting for a moment like this since she was a little girl but never did she imagine it would be something like this. Smiling when she tapped her fingers against the side of her jeans, she couldn’t help but realize how much she liked Nate. Her dress was sitting somewhere in Trixie’s apartment along with her shoes and accessories she had once had her heart set on wearing. The only two things that sat beside was her mother’s veil and Robert Roy’s bracelet.
It was at that moment that Charlie was tempted to text her soon to be father-in-law and make sure everything was alright. Nate and Charlie knew a lot of people and City Hall would be packed but in the room while they exchanged vows, only a few people could attend and she imagined the patriarch along with Trixie, Liv, Mason, and Marcus making sure no one lost their head. The thought made her smile. She was truly surrounded by amazing people. Charlotte Brewington was blessed. The roads had been paved from the snow but the icy conditions made it terrifying to drive in and when she looked up and realized her driver had made a detour, she slid closer to the driver’s seat, hand resting on the separator. “Excuse me? City Hall is the other way...”
But he didn’t answer and she felt a growing, overwhelming sense of nerves in the pit of her stomach. “I can take the train from here! It’s okay!” She tried to think of things to do. Call Nate? Call Rachel? Jump out of the car? Text Mason? And as she gathered her thoughts, she looked out the window, brows furrowing when the car went down fifth avenue.
“Ma’am. You said you were getting married today. Well, you can’t do that without a fiance...”
Despite the cold, she lowered the window and her heart began to race. “What?”
That was when she spotted Robert Roy at the bottom of the stairs and her tears began to form.