Charlotte Wells is the eldest daughter of Margaret Wells, although not her mother's cosseted favorite child. Considered to be the "meteor of the hour," she is a rising celebrity in London. Her ability to play 'queen pretend' as she calls is has made her very popular company. She is known for not only her beauty but for her quick wit, conversation skills, and charms.
She was laying in her bed with a hand under her head, thinking about something while looking at one small cute doll. Charlotte was not moving at all. She heard the door open behind herself " who's there?! " she asked, turning around.
There she was, the Wells girl that had the most potential in Lyida’s eyes whoms beauty was unmatched. Lyida said nothing as she slipped through the crack of the door, closing it gently behind. Even when asked, she stayed silent till their eyes locked together. It was almost funny, the way Lyida was predicting how this conversation was about to go, though she kept those thoughts to herself/ Rightfully so, there was no doubt the girl wouldn’t find it as amusing.
“Charlotte Wells..~” Sicking how those words came out so cheery, excited even. Though why shouldn’t it have been? It was always a delight to be in the presence of a wells girl...their spark was more amusing than their Mother’s face twisting when Dame Death was present. “I’ve been looking all around for you, for quite some time now.” Hands folded politely in front, as she circled around to stand at the edge of the bed. “I’ve come bearing gifts. Secrets that I thought you’d be very interested to know before it gets into the hands of the law.”
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