Johnathon POV
"I can't breathe" Charlotte gasped, clutching her chest dramatically and panting as her mother began to rub her back with small circles.
"Just take deep breaths dear, deep breaths," Karen told her as Charlotte sobbed pitifully "That's it, that's better" she soothed as though Charlotte was still a small child that needed comforting.
"Let's fix your makeup," Karen said, while Charlotte glanced in the mirror, scowling darkly "You can't go back to the party like that. You look like a raccoon now that your eyeliner has begun to run," she said crinkling her brow.
I leaned against the doorway of Charlotte's bedroom, watching as my fiancee tried to regain her composure. Charlotte's hands were shaking as she tried to tidy and fix her hair.
"Johnathon" she pouted, as I walked
