In the restroom, gazing at her slightly flushed, beautiful face in the mirror, Charlotte gently brushed her hair and adjusted her dress. Her heels tapped lightly on the floor as she slowly exhaled through cherry-pink lips.
Even though she hadn't drunk much wine, why did her cheeks feel so warm?
Her lips still seemed to retain the faintly cool, smooth sensation from the kiss, causing her thoughts to drift momentarily. Charlotte stroked her long, ink-black hair hanging by her waist, her heartbeat unusually clear in her chest.
Earlier, watching Astrid and Amalia interact, that pure, natural closeness had filled Charlotte with intense envy.
But now... just kissing her junior's forehead...
Why did it make her feel so strangely uneasy?
Closing her eyes, feeling the alcohol seeping into her blood and dulling her feelings slightly, Charlotte pressed her knees together and crossed her legs, the rhythmic tapping of her high heels echoing in the restroom.
Is it because of age?
