Johnathon POV
Charlotte was determined that all eyes were going to be on her during the night of our engagement party. I had never seen a woman take such fastidious care of her exterior to the extent that Charlotte Deluca did. When they said that women suffered for their beauty, they had understated just how much. I had personally seen her be waxed from head to toe, wincing all the way in sympathy, her nails primped and preened and now, we were at the salon, another one, where Charlotte was insisting on getting her hair done in preparation for tomorrow.
"You should go by yourself" I had said, a little desperately, thoughts of being stuck with her for hours on end not even remotely appealing "You don't really need me to be there with you, do you?" I asked.
The scathing look she had shot
