Johnathon POV
I walked downstairs with a large yawn to the dining room, feeling sleepy despite the lateness of the hour, only to hear the sound of Charlotte's voice shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"Not one paper has our picture mother, not one. How dare they" she screamed, practically frothing at the mouth as I entered warily, finding her, her mother, and her grandfather at the table, staring down at a pile of different newspapers.
"What is the problem?" I asked, moving to kiss a fuming Charlotte on the forehead as she glared down at the offending papers.
"This" she hissed, brandishing a paper towards me as I sat down, a maid putting a plate of breakfast in front of me "Just look. That b***h got put on the front page instead of us. It was our engagement party and instead of publi
