After I saw the episode "Hat Trick" I feel in love with Jefferson! I mean, who wouldn't? It's Sebastian "Chase" Stan we're talking about!

So, my humble story is a tribute to this character and Lewis Carroll.

Which is why my character is named Charlotte Liddell, as a tribute to both Charles Lutwidge Dodgson and Alice Pleasance Liddell, the little girl who inspired him.

Of course this story wouldn't be possible without my super beta Real Emma Gray. Thank you for being awesome!

Hello Again

Ok Charlotte, take a deep breath and calm down. You can do this.

Remaining calm on the outside was the only thing that seemed to be working for me now as I finally left the house to ask the neighbors for help.

Well, not exactly ask for their help, more their money. Oh no, am I a beggar? Because it sounds like it.

Great, and now I'm talking to myself again. People will think I'm mad if I continue doing this.

First I went to the Mayor's house, which was a big mistake since she so kindly threatened me by saying that she'd sell my family's tea store if I bothered her any longer. And that was the first time I went there!

In my opinion, she's a heartless woman. But who am I to say anything? I don't know her and I barely leave my house, so she could just be having a bad day.

Which is why I held my head up high and went to another part of town which wasn't marked on the map that my parents kindly made me take when we decided to ask for donations.

What made me brave enough to stop on that house, it's beyond me. All I can say it's that it's was HUGE! It looked more like a hotel, but the only place familiar to me was Granny's Bed and Breakfast that I passed by once.

Maybe it belongs to a big family. I might have a chance to get a big donation here.

I fixed my blue shirt along with my bow and started to climb the stairs. I knocked and waited. Maybe they were all out, or maybe they were in the back and it might take time to answer.

Or maybe, they just don't want nosy strangers asking for their money. Ok, be calm and polite Charlie. That's what your mother always told you. If they don't want to help, then smile and say goodbye, there's no reason for drama.

I was practicing my speech when I felt something fury on my feet. Oh, no.

"Chester! What are you doing here? I told you to wait in the car." But he only stopped and started at me. "I'm serious Chess, some people don't like cats, and you're going to help me, remember?" I was so engrossed with this useless fight, that I didn't even acknowledge the door opening as someone stood on in the doorway.

It was a man. Maybe around my age, a bit taller than me and…strongly handsome I'm not going to lie. He stood rigid, like he was frightened with something and there was something in his eyes.…

Do I know this man?

"Do I know you?" It was the only thing that came into mind. Maybe I know him from the town, but I wasn't sure if that was the case. No, somewhere else. I was frozen too, just like he was. And then….


I love reviews so, press the button.