Usually, Charlotte loved having great big windows in the living room that overlooked the docks and the water. The view had been one of the main reasons she'd bought the property at 4 Apocalypse when she moved here ( Read more... )

Charlotte York was not a happy camper. Spending the evening thinking you were some random slut ho bag was bad enough; the fact that it was a slut ho bag that she knew made it even worse. And Samantha didn't even have to decency to remember what her ex-husband looked like! Oh, she knew Samantha never really cared much about that sort of thing, but ( Read more... )

A day like today was the perfect day to make Charlotte very, very glad that when she redid this place, she included a fireplace in the floorplan. And that it was gas, not electrical (you certainly didn't expect it would be a real one, did you?), so that the cold from the power going out wasn't nearly as bad ( Read more... )

This sort of thing really was the trick to getting Charlotte out of her recent little funk. Planning, cooking, arranging. She'd been at it all day, even though she knew it was just going to be a quiet little get-together. Little or big, it was just a sort of natural high playing hostess and all that and making sure everything was all perfect. ( Read more... )

Completely unawares in of certain events in another part of town, Charlotte was settling into an afternoon routine: A cup of coffee, a light snack, and then settling into the office space in the apartment to get a little bit of work done for the next exhibit. She expected a fairly relaxing day, maybe a moment to spare to sneak down to the gallery ( Read more... )

As they had planned, Dale had come to pick Charlotte up at the airport to accompany her back to the island, but, as quietly clinging as their reunion after that whole mess of the weekend had been, he'd left her to her privacy in unpacking, with the caveat that she shouldn't hesitate to bother him should she need anything. She didn't, of course; if ( Read more... )

As much as she'd missed these late breakfasts out with her friends, or even everything else, the clubbing yesterday and the shopping and catching up, Charlotte still found that she couldn't appreciate these things nearly as well as she'd hoped. All she could think about was the reason she was there, a reason she hadn't shared. And she should have ( Read more... )

There was a bit of sadness involved in returning to the island and her apartment and, eventually, to work, but there was also a bit of relief in it because, as strange as this place was, it was really starting to grow on Charlotte. It had been a long week, but a fun one, busy but mostly enjoyable, and it was certainly good to see the girls again, ( Read more... )

Charlotte might have been a little late in doing this, but she finally managed to get an email to her employees before heading in for her class today.

( Cut for Email for Gallery Employees (Teddy, Eve, Kevin) )

To say that Charlotte was a little bit shocked when she came out into the kitchen to make some coffee and turned on the facet to find the water not exactly the color that water you'd want to drink should be would be an understatement. She turned it off quickly and tried again, and then let out a little groan in thinking that, already, the day was ( Read more... )