The Lady of Charlotte, Part 3
In which lies are told...
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Charlotte had no idea what had come over her. She had no idea why she had declared with all the forcefulness of Joan D’Arc imparting a holy message from God: Olivier is my current fiancé.
It was such a blatant lie, and although it had successfully shut up Harry—and shut up Olivier too, poor man—she was not someone who told lies. In fact, she abhorred lies, liars, lying, and every other form of the verb to lie.
After a visit with the nurse (her nose was broken, but not badly—here, have this ice pack) and permission to leave work early, Charlotte was deeply relieved to find Harry no longer outside the hut. She was, however, forced to face Olivier and apologize.
She had absolutely ruined his tunic, and her head was throbbing—her eyes too, as if someone ha…
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