People call me Charlotte Grayson, I'm not, I'm Charlotte Clarke. I hate what they did to my father and now: probably my dead sister's best friend.

She looked over the side of the boat, Emily lying there - blood on her handcrafted silk dress. You could even see her champagne flute floating next to her. Why did my 'parents' always do this to nice people. But it wasn't my father this time, it had to of been my mother. Charlotte was fed up with them, they had framed her real father, and now the closest thing she had to a real sister. She would get her own Revenge some day. For now she stared down at the red ocean below her, red with blood. How could someone do this, especially on their wedding day, whether she loved the man or not? She shook her head and walked away, she tried to find her brother, he would be traumatic. He had loved that girl with all of his heart, he would have done everything for her. Including take those bullets. She had though as he wiped her brothers tears. He was distraught, his words couldn't come out of his mouth properly. She wanted to help him, but there was nothing she could do, no one could bring people back to life.

I'm sorry Daniel, Nolan, Aiden. All the people Emily had relations too, she couldn't think but think about them, even Aiden. He may have been the whole Hampton's worse enemy, but he had always been good to me.