Charlotte suddenly found this kind of life incredibly exciting and interesting.
It felt like grappling with Atlas Hallow. He was a man of extremely high intelligence, the kind who doesn't usually display how smart he is, but he's always able to easily notice subtle things around him and find traces and clues from these subtle changes about the development of certain matters.
Sneaking out to work right under his nose—it's truly a bit crazy.
But she's still so young, if not crazy now, then when?
Being afraid that the aunt might accidentally spill the beans, Charlotte told her she was taking some flower arranging courses.
If Atlas Hallow was expected to return on time, she would come back by around three in the afternoon, wash up, and wait for him so they could have dinner together. If he happened to have social engagements, Charlotte would come home for lunch and rest for a while before heading out again, so the aunt wouldn't be too suspicious.
