Ever since Bella found out about my brother's affair, she hasn't been able to stop thinking about what the other woman looks like…
Whether or not she was prettier than her or skinnier, or had bigger boobs.
Honestly, I've been thinking about a lot of the same things…I can't help it…I guess it's just my way of trying to figure out why my brother threw away the best thing that ever happened to him.
Maybe it would have been easier if Charlotte had been some tall, skinny, blonde haired, blue eyed woman with Dolly Parton tits.
Because this…what's standing in front of me makes it all that harder to process.
Because the person standing in front of me makes me wonder if Bella had a twin she never knew about.
She looks so much like Bella, it's eerie, but because she does I know it's going to hurt Bella all the more.
I can already see the thoughts running through her head…wondering what about her wasn't enough for Evan.
What was so different about her that he were with her…for a year.
The thing is though…I can see the subtle differences between them…the softness of Bella's eyes, the gentleness of Bella's smile, the way the natural red highlights in Bella's hair radiate in the sunlight as if she's an angel sent down to walk amongst us mere mortals…Charlotte has none of it…has none of Bella's innate goodness and grace.
It's why I'm so utterly flabbergasted by Charlotte's appearance, and from her reaction to seeing Bella, she is too.
After a few minutes, she invites us inside.
As we walk into her apartment, Bella grabs onto my hand, and I squeeze it reassuringly, reminding her that I'm here for her, that I'm not going anywhere…ever.