Outside Yelena's office door, Charlotte paced in nervous circles, her bare feet scuffing softly against the hardwood floor.
She'd cleaned up the mess she'd made in the living room, mopping up the evidence of her earlier indiscretion with Mika, her cheeks burning with shame as she scrubbed. And after cleaning herself up, the cool water doing little to soothe her racing thoughts, she slipped into a fresh pair of pajamas.
Now, she waited anxiously for Mika and her mother to emerge, her mind spiraling with scenarios of how she'd apologize.
After all, she loved her mother fiercely, not just as a parent—but as her closest confidante, the one who'd always been there, her rock and her best friend. So, the thought of Yelena hating her for what she'd done—squirting in front of her, showing off so brazenly, twisted her stomach into knots.
