She honestly couldn’t wrap her head around it. Did Charlotte really have some kind of magical charm?
In the car, Anthony sat on the right. Charlotte was in the middle. Emily was on the far left, both hands hooked around Charlotte’s arm, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“Charlotte, can I come hang out with you from now on?”
“Sure,” Charlotte said, not bothering to shake Emily off. She let her cling like an octopus.
“Then I’m adding you on social media,” Emily said, already digging out her phone.
“Alright.”
“Hurry and accept!” Emily said, bouncing in her seat. Charlotte’s arm was still trapped, so Emily leaned in, saying, “Here, let me do it for you.”
Emily’s bubbly chatter filled the whole car.
Anthony turned his head, his eyes dark as night, glancing from Charlotte to Emily’s hands. His gaze went ice cold. “Hands off. Sit properly.”
“Anthony…”
“Be quiet.”
“But I…”
He didn’t let her finish. Anthony reached forward, put his hand on Charlotte’s waist, and pulled her close until she was pressed firmly at his side. His eyes warned, “Say one more word and you’re out of the car.”
Emily slapped her hand over her mouth and looked at Charlotte, blinking desperately for help.
“Don’t be so mean,” Charlotte said, tapping Anthony’s arm. She pulled her hand free, rummaged in her bag for a pen, and smiled at Emily. “Give me your stuff.”
“Okay!” Emily immediately handed over a pile from her bag. It was all of Charlotte’s voice work from over the years—movies, TV, radio dramas. There weren’t many, but every one was a classic.
“Charlotte, can you sign right here?”

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