Chapter 48

Charlotte was sitting in the spacious parlor, wearing a dark purple dress. The color made her hair impossible to miss- the same deep red as Callum’s.

The only difference between the two was that hers was neatly arranged in a fashionable hairstyle, while Callum’s had begun growing longer again.

She was watching the rain, falling quietly outside.

Oliver paused at the entrance. He’d seen her, even though it had been briefly before, and not only in Tennyson’s mansion, but that was the first time he’d seen her like that- by herself, oblivious to the presence of someone near and Callum’s striking resemblance to her gave one a pause.

The thought that one of the reasons behind Tennyson’s behavior could be the fact that Callum took so much after his mother passed Oliver’s mind for the first time ever. He wondered how it had taken him so long to realize it.<