Charlotte's POV:
"Babe, are you ready to go?" Lucas asks, from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming! Calm down!" I say, running down the stairs, holding my dress in one hand and my shoes and clutch purse in the other hand.
"Wow," Lucas says as I come down the stairs.
I stop halfway down and look at him. It's not like I'm wearing anything special. We're going to a dinner for America's most influential young people. Lucas and I are honoured guests. My dress is strapless, black, semi-fitted and floor length. My shoes are black, the diamonds hanging from my ears are black, my purse is black. I continue down the stairs and slip my shoes on.
Lucas' arm finds its way around my waist and his lips find their way onto mine. I de
