“Well,” Charlotte just smiled, “I think it sounds nice. Meeting the one, being swept off your feet, falling madly in love, and living happily ever after. Where do I sign up?” “That’s a fairytale, Char,” Angelina said. “Not real life. Like, do you really think someone’s going to swoop you up and ask you to get married to them tomorrow?” Charlotte just frowned and mumbled under her breath, “Well, it could happen.”
