[Charlotte lets out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. She's very aware of how lucky she is to have gotten away with that so completely. She stands up and ostentatiously straightens her skirt. She needs wine. She could ideally do with Nancy, or god help her, even her Ma, but without either, wine will at least give her the courage to face Fallon again.
She drinks quickly, enjoying the light-headedness that comes with the alcohol. Before she even knows it though, she's being harried into a side room by a stressed out looking assistant and she's handed clothes off a rack and a stern telling off about her useless acting. Charlotte grits her teeth at the lecture. She prides herself on her acting ability, especially with men such as Fallon. She'd made the fatal mistake of letting him get under her skin. So she nods and puts on the costume, a hideous parody of a modern school uniform, and a smile on her face.
When she returns, there's a confident grin on her face as she takes her place.]
Well then, Sir, weren't you about to show me your flute?
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She drinks quickly, enjoying the light-headedness that comes with the alcohol. Before she even knows it though, she's being harried into a side room by a stressed out looking assistant and she's handed clothes off a rack and a stern telling off about her useless acting.
Charlotte grits her teeth at the lecture. She prides herself on her acting ability, especially with men such as Fallon. She'd made the fatal mistake of letting him get under her skin. So she nods and puts on the costume, a hideous parody of a modern school uniform, and a smile on her face.
When she returns, there's a confident grin on her face as she takes her place.]
Well then, Sir, weren't you about to show me your flute?