Lucas's POV:
I walk into the bedroom and almost get taken out by a flying dress.
"Whoa, did the closet piss you off again?" I ask, picking up a skirt off the floor and walking to the closet.
"I hate everything here. It's too grown up. I'm nineteen years old and I have the wardrobe of a thirty year old business woman," she says. "I'm so tired of skirts and suit jackets, and pant suits, and dresses and blazers. I want jeans and t-shirts, and party dresses."
"You have an unlimited budget, go shopping."
"It's unprofessional, in the words of Jane. I have to dress the part," Charlotte frowns, she stands there in the middle of the closet in her bra and underwear.
"You know, I prefer what you're in now " I say, walking over to her.
I take
