Chapter 5

Charlie's expression was odd.

It wasn't the usual fawning or humiliation look I'd expect when a broken boy faced a rich woman. Instead, it was a tangled mess of shock, confusion, and a look like he was holding back a laugh.

"This card..." he started, struggling to get the words out. "Is it yours?"

Of course, I couldn't tell him it was from my bestie.

I had to keep up my persona as a self-made rich lady.

I flashed him an enigmatic smile. "Just something trivial, really."

Charlie went quiet.

I figured he was in awe of my supreme presence,…