Viktor looked at her. "What do you mean by that?"
"She was staring at you in a very strange way. She didn't look happy or sad to see you, just… overwhelmed. I don't really understand it." Charlotte let go of his arm.
"I felt it too, but maybe she mistook me for someone else." Viktor shrugged.
"Perhaps she did," Charlotte murmured, her gaze shifting up the stairs as she spotted Prudence descending with her usual blank expression. Charlotte sighed under her breath, "Dear gods, not this again."
The sound caught Prudence's attention. She stopped in front of them, her lips twitching slightly. "Did you say something?"
Charlotte arched a brow. "Did you hear anything?"
Prudence scoffed. "If you're so bold, then speak openly when you insult me. Muttering under your breath while I'm right in front of you is pure cowardice."
Charlotte chuckled. "Oh, you want the insults to your face? Very well. You're quite rude." She leaned in. "Actually, you ARE a rude bitch."
