"Jeez!" Charles muttered as he bent his head to the table. "What's wrong?" Josephine asked, and chose that time as the right time to take off her glasses. "Would you put on those damn glasses?" He whispered through clenched teeth. "Damn?" She asked and scoffed, flipping her hair out of her face. "Now you get to use bad words too? That's a way of making me happy, I guess? You're really one strange man." She told me, prepared to stand but ue held her shoulders down. "Put. Your. Glasses. On." He said laying emphasis on every word. "Alaric." He whispered and her mouth which had been ready for a wide scoff, ran down. "Alaric is here?" She asked breathily, as she leaned low onto the table."Holy sh…" she was saying as she spotted Alaric but managed to cover her mouth. Her eyes went wide as they seemed to be thinking of a million things that would happen to her, and so did my eyes. I was going to be doomed. It would not only make Alaric reject the land, it would make him enemies with both he and Mr. Grayson and he couldn't afford for that to happen at all. With her fingers trembling, she raised her glasses shakily to her face and it took seconds before she could actually wear it right. "The… the thing is… the thing is Alaric recognizes me no matter what, and he's the one who bought this dress for me." She whispered breathily as she kept on moistening her lips which had already run dry quickly. "Can you see him?" He asked, and she shook her head fiercely. "I cannot look." "You're wearing sunglasses." He spat. "I can't! He bought the damn dress for me!" "And he's going to get the damn divorce papers for you!" He shot back, and she shivered. "They've gone to sit. They can easily see us." She said with a tremble voice. Charles hated the situation he was in. Everything he had come to Chicago for would fall and shatter into pieces in a single moment. "You go out first. If he sees me, he'll definitely see you, but if you leave first, and he sees me, I can easily pretend I missed him." She told him, and he nodded, and stood up as naturally as he could and without much noise and walked away. Josephine took her purse off the desk and watched Charles go. Her night had been ruined. Why had Alaric chosen this place of all places for dinner with his business men? Immediately Charles was out the door, she got to her feet, and walked briskly towards the door, not looking back even once. But then, just as she got outside, and looked back in through the glass walls, she saw Alaric squinting his eyes at her. Then he said something to his men and got up. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed, and turned to Charles who was a few feet in front of her. "What?" "He's coming! I think he saw me!" She yelled. "Run, fool!" Charles said, and immediately bit his lip at having called her a fool. He hadn't intended to, but she didn't even mind. She was running already and stumbling. "I'll break my ankles!" She screamed and Charles looked back to see her heels that were stupidly long, bringing her close to his height. "Those good for nothing heels." He spat under his breath and ran back to her, bending and wrenching them off her legs, and then he took hold of her hand, and began to run as fast as he could. They turned a corner, and continued to run. "Hey! The night is ruined! I'm having a meeting with friends by noon. You have to come. Meet me where we met today by 2 in the afternoon." She said, but suddenly stopped. "Shit! My car!" She screamed. "Damn it." Charles said, and paced around with his hands on his waist. ~ The next day, Charles was late as usual and she had been waiting. This time around, she had worn a pretty blue summer dress with yellow crescent moons scattered all around it and sneakers. The events of the night with the heels seemed to have taught her a lesson. They got into her car, and she drove instead of him because she knew the way. "Alaric knew it was me. He had noticed my dress and figure, and then had seen my car." She told him solemnly. "So what? He's getting divorce papers?" Charles asked dryly. "My good brains had worked. He saw me alone and I lied to him that I was so lonely and wanted to see but Ra because I didn't want him to think I was stalking him, and he had been seriously happy, telling me I could have joined them." She explained and Charles heaved a sigh of relief. When they got to her friend's house, they had all been waiting on the front porch and immediately they saw them coming, they had gotten to their feet. "Nice to meet you. Josephine has said a whole lot about you. Call me Yvonne." One of them said extending her hand, and Charles shook hands with her. "You're just as good as she said you are. I'm envious." Another said, smiling. "I'm Julien." She added, and he shook hands with her too. "Alaric would be jealous. I'm Jenna, sweetheart." The third said, and after shaking hands, they both went inside. The ladies all seemed to have been born just to chatter and Charles looked at himself in pity. How had he come to this? Having to endure women's petty chat? Josephine didn't waste anytime to be haughty and brag about him to her friends, and she told them stories of how he had driven crazily and how they had run from her husband, and they had all laughed, admiring him. "Hey, Charles. Do you mind if I see you for a sec? I have something to tell you?" Yvonne said, getting to her feet. "Woah, woah, woah. I'm here okay." Josephine said, dropping the bone she had been munching on. "Cool down. It's about you." She said, and left. Charles stood up with a sigh, and went after Yvonne who stopped when they were in a corridor. "What do you want?" She asked, and he furrowed his brows. "What?" "I'm quite rich. I do not have an old man to tend to. I have all the time in the world." She said, leaning against the wall. "What are you trying to say?" Charles asked. "I'm trying to say I want you too. Be mine."