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Chapter 11 - Charlotte's P.O.V

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I looked at the clock. It was ten past six. Late, as usual Matt I thought to myself.

I sat down on my sofa; my suit case was by the door ready for Matt to collect me. I couldn’t get what Sarah and Jenna said out of my mind. Would he really lie to me? Once again, I brushed this aside. I really needed to stop doing that.

There was a knock at the door and I rushed to open it.

“Jasmine!” I exclaimed half in anger and half in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned anxiously.

I noticed her looking at my suit case. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Are you going to tell me where?” She pushed.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?” I remarked defiantly.

“I came to invite you to my wedding.” My facial expression dropped.

I stared at her trying to hide my anger. I didn’t realise that Matt was standing behind her.

“After everything that you have kept from me, everything that you won’t tell me, do you expect me to attend?”

She nodded shyly.  “Will HE be there?” I demanded to know.

“Of course he will, he’s my dad.”

“Yeah, Jasmine. The dad that abandoned you when you were a baby. And now because you have children and are getting married he wants to be a part of it again.”

She looked down in shock and hurt. This was something that we had never spoken about as sisters. I always found it too sensitive – the less I knew the better.

And then, one day last year her father reconnected with her. I wouldn’t mind it, except he looks down on me and thinks I’m a total disgrace. I, her sister for eighteen years was replaced by the two new sisters who had known her for a grand total of a year.

I was pissed off. Although I should be happy that her dad has returned, I’m not. The pain he caused my mum, he will never be able to justify that.

I could feel the anger rising up my body and, presumably seeing this also, Matt jumped in and stopped the little argument.

He was holding a huge bouquet of pink flowers, again. He was so sweet.

“Are you ready to go?”

I nodded and looked at Jasmine who seemed to recognise the man about to take her little sister somewhere with a giant suit case in hand.

“Are you going to get out?” I asked hostilely.

She rolled her eyes and stormed out of the apartment.

“I didn’t know you have a sister.” Matt told me as he picked up my suit case.

“Yeah, it’s a long story.”

“Glad I interrupted before you started hitting her. I honestly thought you were going to punch her at one point.”

I smirked and shook my head. “Come on” I said, dragging him down to the car park.

I sat in his car, putting my seatbelt on. He soon joined me.

“Are we going to Montreal now?”

“No, in about three hours. I want you to see the guys again.”

“Okay!” I chirped. I was excited to see them again.

“So, how’s your hangover been?” I interjected before he even had a chance to speak.

“Was I really that drunk?”  Matt asked, I giggled at the memory.

“Oh, yes. You fell asleep on my knee in the taxi and then when we got back to my apartment you wanted sex. I said no and you were like a little kid that had just been told off by their mother. As soon as you got into my bed you were sound asleep!” I said sweetly “you were so cute.”

“Yeah, I seem to remember that.”

I smiled at the thought of him telling me that he loved me.

“What are you smiling about?”  Matt asked me, his eyes narrowing.

“Nothing, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

I shook my head.

“About what I told you?”

“What did you tell me?” Secretly, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

He smirked at me seductively and then leaned in to kiss me.

I pulled away and whispered into his ear “I love you too” and resumed kissing him.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jasmine hadn’t yet pulled out of the car park. She was on the phone to someone.

I rolled my eyes and told Matt to drive away.

“So, are you going to tell me about your sister? Or is this another one of those things that you don’t want to talk about?”

“No, I’ll tell you. When I was about fourteen, my mum sat me down and told me that Jasmine and I weren’t full sisters. I was completely shocked by all of this because she kept this from me. Now, her dad is back and she has completely dismissed my dad – who raised her – and now she talks to her other sisters more than me. They’re going to be bridesmaids for her wedding and I haven’t even been asked!”

“Do you not think that it could be because you don’t really talk to her anymore?”

“Well, Matt, it’s the principle of the fact that she didn’t ask me.”

Matt stayed quiet in defeat.

“Charlotte,” he said, “I love you too, which is why I hate to tell you this.”

I looked at him in concern. “What’s wrong, Matt?”

His face was sullen and he reluctantly began to tell me.

“Valary is staying on tour with us.”

“WHAT?” I cried.

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