Chapter 110

• Charlotte pushed through the mansion's grand oak doors. "Arrogant woman," Charlotte thought, fury simmering as she burst through the mansion's oak doors into the crisp morning air. How could Karla say I left my work to help the maids—like I'm some simpering servant chasing their approval?
• I am not that old Charlotte who tried so hard to impress every Carter, leaving my dreams and my work behind. The Bentley purred under the porte-cochère, Marcus emerging with a bow. She'd refused him before, hailing cabs to spurn Carter's excess, but today? Strategy won. Take it. Own it.
• "Good morning, Mrs. Carter," he said politely, back door open. "Where to?"